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Chapter 1: The Poisoning

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Alcohol mention, poison, indirect death mention, attempted murder

Age group: Young adult

Whole Story Blurb: When Amira Bashir almost dies from hydrogen peroxide poisoning, PI Anjali Dayal must figure out who wants the president dead. Only 6 people could've spiked the glass, and with all of them having strong motives and shaky alibis, the case proves quite difficult to crack.

Notes: I’m so excited to share part one of my WIP with you guys! This idea has been nagging at me for a little while and I finally got around to writing it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated! Hope you enjoy it!

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The elaborate diamond chandelier tosses tiny rainbows around the ballroom packed with drunk ambassadors. Isabella Garcia wishes she could stop working for a little bit and admire the splendor, maybe take a few pictures as well. But alas, she's still on duty and Luke will throw a fit if she stops for even a moment. As she makes her way back to the White House kitchens, she can't help but feel the familiar stab of envy at her extravagant surroundings. The people that claimed to be working for common citizens were the ones spending $50,000 on a glass of champagne.

Normally, Isabella would be able to put it out of her mind and do her job properly, but the imbalance irks her more than usual today. She throws open the doors of the kitchen and within a couple seconds, a tray full of drinks is thrust in her arms and she's shuttled back to the cursed ballroom. "Stupid ambassadors. Being treated like kings and queens instead of the entitled scums they are," Isabella grumbles as she trudges down the plush, carpeted hallways. On her way, Isabella glances at the note on her tray that guides her to the drinks' final destination, and she almost drops the glasses in surprise.

40 y/o Macallan Whiskey ---------------------------------- Ambassador William Burton

Dom Perignon --------------------------------------------------- Ambassador Irina Petrov

Orange Juice ------------------------------------------------- First Husband Aariz Bashir

Sparkling Water --------------------------------------------------- President Amira Bashir

Isabella stands in the middle of the deserted hallway, her jaw on the floor, stomach turning, and her sweaty palms struggle to grip the tray that's slowly sliding out of her grasp. Get ahold of yourself Garcia. Don't screw this up. She straightens her tie, runs her fingers through her hair, and pats the vial in her pocket. Considering her clientele, she'd need it later.

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Secret Service Agent Miyoko Mori glances down at her watch, whose hands aren't moving any faster, despite her staring at it incessantly for the last few hours. 2 minutes and 30 seconds left. She drums her restless fingers against the table with the poison testing materials. No one's ever dared to spike anyone's glass, after all, there wasn't exactly a way to get anything dangerous into the White House in the first place. But still, out of a ridiculous abundance of caution, Miyoko had to test every single glass entering the ballroom for traces of toxins. Where is she?

Suddenly, Isabella turns the corner, balancing a tray of drinks and donning an endearing smile. "Agent Mori! I'm baaaack!" she calls in a singsong voice. "It's about time," Miyoko retorts. "I've been waiting for you to show up for the last 5 minutes! It's so dull here and I missed talking to you." "Aww, can't live without me can you," Isabelle teases with a flirty grin. "I mean I could, but it'd be rather boring, especially considering the only other person here is Agent Carter," Miyoko responds, gesturing at the burly man a few feet away. "That does sound rough," agrees Isabella. "But try serving drinks to drunk, pompous officers, and you'll be begging for your boring job in a few minutes." Agent Mori shakes her head disapprovingly as she places the poison testing strips inside each drink.

Then, she notices the label on the tray revealing that one of these drinks will reach the president herself. Well, the universe is certainly kind to me today, she thinks to herself. I'd be a fool not to take the opportunity that's fallen so perfectly into my lap. Once the tests come back negative, she takes the strips out of the glasses, lingering for just a second longer than she needs to in order to get the job done. "You're all good to go," Miyoko says, lying through her teeth.

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Why didn't I wear heels, laments Russian Ambassador Irina Petrov as she waits for her drink. Most people would be glad to don comfortable flats instead of piercing stilettos, but the cursed shoes give her the 2 inches of height she so desperately needs. Especially considering her peers are at least a foot taller than her, Irina could use the heels to make people take her seriously. Sometimes, she wished Ambassador Burton wouldn't be listened to either, after all, he did spout nonsense most of the time. At the moment, he was debating the president and her husband about some stupid topic Irina couldn't bring herself to care about.

In that respect, Amira is commendable to say the least. Even though she's only a couple inches taller than Irina, Amira Bashir has a certain air of power and influence that makes even the most stubborn man pay attention. If only circumstances were different, I could actually learn a thing or two from her.

The British Ambassador, William Burton, starts yapping about drug prices and Aariz Bashir looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. Or maybe he was babbling about the military. Irina had already consumed a few too many drinks. She would look better with pale skin and glassy eyes. She shakes her head vehemently in an attempt to banish the distasteful thoughts from her mind. "Really Ambassador Burton? I would've thought you of all people would be in support of the Bashir Trade Deal. After all, the trade routes it proposes would make it far easier to distribute goods all over Russia," challenges the president. Oh no. Irina stammers an excuse for her absentmindedness, hoping that it could all be blamed on the 4 glasses of champagne she'd consumed earlier in the evening. One glance at Amira told her that wasn't the case and her stomach churned in apprehension.

The president was intimidating on a regular day, but seeing her angry was even worse. Ambassador Petrov could never forget that fateful day when she'd been more terrified of Amira than her, or probably anyone, had been in their lives. If the president could hold a grudge just like she did her secret, Irina was in big trouble. Amira's strategy was to let the information fester until it drove everyone to insanity. Not for much longer. Right on cue, the waitress arrives with the drinks and after William takes his whisky, Irene reaches for her champagne with shaking hands, hesitating longer than necessary.

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Amira eyelids feel like they are 250 pound weights, as though she would fall asleep any minute. Although she's never consumed any alcohol, she still felt rather hungover from all the useless conversation. Back when Amira first ran for president, she hadn't realized how many meaningless balls and galas she'd be subject to. Naively, she'd taken the job thinking she'd be transparent about everything and only do things that would help regular, working class people. Unfortunately, that childish dream had been extinguished after a few months, when the AI war took place. The casualties still weighed heavily on Amira's conscience, but if she could go back and make those difficult decisions again, she probably wouldn't change anything. That truly scared her.

"President Bashir, you have a meeting with the Secretary of State in 15 minutes," chirps Alyssa Miller, her personal assistant. "Very well. If you could get the necessary technology ready, I'll meet you in the Oval Office in 10 minutes." "Absolutely," Alyssa replies as she scurries off, leaving 3 broken vases and multiple squashed toes in her wake. President Bashir shakes her head, but laughs to herself as the waitress brings their drinks.

"Here you are, dear," says Aariz as he hands Amira her sparkling water. The president knows her husband is quiet to begin with, but this was the first sentence he'd spoken for the whole evening. Something was off, and Amira intended to find out, right after this stupid gala was over. As she reaches for her glass, Agent Brown swats her hand out of the way and takes it for himself. "Lucas!" "Sorry ma'am, it's protocol," he responds with an apologetic expression on his face. President Bashir rolls her eyes at the unnecessary precautions, but waits for the glass to be tested for poison. She looks around the room, noticing the nervous, distracted, apprehensive expressions of the people closest to her. Something seems a little off about everyone, but before Amira can think about it too much, Lucas yells the fateful words that sends her life spiralling. "There's poison!"

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Character Profiles

Here are all the characters/suspects in my WIP! This is to help out any readers that are confused about who’s who. All the portraits were made with a Picrew, which is why they’re super cartoonish. Pictures, names, and titles under the cut:

Amira Bashir- President of the US

Aariz Bashir- First Husband of the US

Miyoko Mori- Secret Service Agent

Lucas Brown- Secret Service Agent

Isabella Garcia- Waitress

Irina Petrov- Russian Ambassador

William Burton- British Ambassador

Anjali Dayal- Private Investigator

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Chapter 1: The Poisoning

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 Jessa Wedding

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TSC (anti CC) *main fandom*

Red Queen

PJO

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Pretty much anything YA and other random stuff too

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Jessa Wedding

Word count: 1.7k (this turned out a lot longer than I expected)

Fluff   or    Angst

Stuff to know: A suggen is the person that escorts a shadowhunter to their fiance during the wedding. More info here (You have to scroll down to the wedding part)

Anyway, hope y’all enjoy this cause it was super fun to write! 💕

“Is this really necessary?” asked Jem. “Oh yes, absolutely,” responded Magnus. He was really taking the wedding seriously, as were all the other Shadowhunters. Alec, Jace, Simon, Julien and Emma had accompanied him to the shop where they were getting Jem’s gear specially tailored. He felt it was highly excessive of course, he didn’t really care what he wore as long as he actually got to marry Tessa this time. However, Magnus adamantly refused to listen to any protests and took it upon himself to manage Jem’s wardrobe. “Have you decided who’s gonna be your Suggen for the wedding?” asked Emma. She was incredibly excited for the celebration, and she had nominated herself as the chief wedding planner, a job she took quite seriously. “Ummm what’s a Suggen,” inquired Simon, who wasn’t quite familiar with Shadowhunter weddings yet. “The person that escorts the bride or groom down the aisle, which is a huge honor,” responded Jace, sounding like he was reciting from the Codex. “So, what are you going to do,” asked Alec. Unfortunately, Jem didn’t have an answer for him, after all, the only person he would want to escort him to Tessa had died years ago. A few months ago, he would never have even imagined that he’d be able to get married, and if it ever did happen, he would want Will to be there. Sadly, that was unlikely to happen, so Jem had to pick someone else. Unfortunately, there weren’t many people that he was close with that were still alive. There was Magnus, Emma, and perhaps Jace, although none of them seemed right. “Voila,” Magnus exclaimed. The group gathered and nodded approvingly at the outfit. Even Jem managed a grin through his increasing worry.

“Achooo,” exclaimed Isabelle as the werewolf escorting the tulips out passed her by. “Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry about this,” apologized Tessa, as she had been all afternoon. She had entrusted Ragnor to arrange for some nice flowers, and of course he’d picked the one kind Isabelle was severely allergic to. “Oh don’t worry about it Tessa,” she responded breezily, although her nose was red and her eyes watery due to the constant sneezing. “I’m just excited you’re getting married to Jem, for real this time,” Isabelle squealed before a bout of sneezes overtook her. “Yeah,” chimed Clary, who was festooning the trees with lights. Tessa still couldn’t believe that she was getting married, again, next week. It was almost like a dream, she thought people only got to be with the love of their life once, if they were lucky. She, on the other hand, was able to marry them both. Her heart suddenly ached for her first husband, Will, whom she missed dearly. She had shared everything with him, when he was alive, and she couldn’t have imagined it any other way. It felt wrong somehow, that her wedding with Jem, something she knew Will would be thrilled about, was the one thing she would never tell him. “Tessa!” called Isabelle. “You’ve picked your Suggen, right?” “No, I actually haven’t,” she responded, slightly fatigued with the whole business. “What?! The wedding is tomorrow! You have to decide soon!” exclaimed Clary from the other end of the garden. “Yes, I know, I know,” Tessa sighed. “It’s just that a Suggen has to be someone that is incredibly special to you, and the only person I can think of is no longer alive.” Both the girls looked over at Tessa with sad eyes. “I’m sure Will knows you’re getting married, wherever he is, and he’s going to be ecstatic about it, don’t worry,” consoled Clary. “Yes, you’re right,” Tessa conceded. “I’ll just have to come up with someone else, maybe Magnus….”

Clary, Isabelle, Emma, Jace, Alec and Magnus huddled behind a tree, trying to desperately shield the pentagram from passerby. “I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” sighed Alec. “Dude, face it, this isn’t even close to the craziest thing we’ve done, am I right?” retorted Jace. “That’s true,” acknowledged Clary with the soft smile she reserved just for her boyfriend. “However, we haven’t exactly tried to bring back the dead.” “We’re not bringing back the dead, just conjuring a ghost. They’re not the same thing,” clarified Magnus, looking up from the spellbook briefly. “Alright, it’s showtime,” he said with a wicked grin.”

Jem couldn’t get his jacket on for some reason. His hands were shaking like butterflies and he lost all his usual dexterity that he’d developed over years of violin playing. “Let me help you with that fy nghariad,” offered a familiar voice. Jem whirled around at the sound of the person he hadn’t heard in a hundred years. He leaned against the doorframe, his mused ink-black hair falling into those familiar piercing blue eyes. “Will,” Jem whispered in disbelief. “How are you even here?” He asked, still unable to comprehend what he saw before him. “Magnus summoned me from the afterlife, yanked me out of an argument with Gabriel too. It was a good one actually, I was definitely winning it, you see-” Will was cut off by Jem running up and swallowing him in the most consuming hug he’d ever been given. They both murmured senseless words of reassurance to each other in hopes of processing the strangeness of it all. They whispered of the day Will won the bet that bound them as parabatai. They hummed of the day they defeated Mortmain. They mumbled of James, Lucie, Charlotte, Henry, Gabriel, Gideon, Sophie and Cecily. They whispered of their friendship and the love that extended through death. And most of all, they muttered of Tessa and the all consuming feelings they both shared for her. And- “ACK!” Will shrieked followed by a string of Welsh curses that would make any sailor whistle with appreciation. He glared down at Church who looked up at Will, his eyes flashing with recognition and mischief. Jem couldn’t help but giggle as he realized the best solution to his and Tessa’s Suggon dilemma.

Tessa stared at her reflection in her mirror. It was her wedding day. She really ought to be more excited, but she couldn’t help but miss the gaze of a certain pair of blue eyes. And then, as if she had summoned him with her thoughts alone, a familiar figure appeared next to her reflection. “Tessa, fy nghariad, oh how I’ve missed you.” She gasped, unable to believe her eyes and ears at the person standing behind her. “Will, how on earth did you get here?” “Well, the door was unlocked so I turned the handle and stepped inside, I’m sure you’re aware of how the mechanism works,” he retorted with his trademark sarcastic drawl. Tessa let out a sob and flung herself into his translucent arms, which were still somehow solid and familiar against her. His hands absentmindedly stroked her back as he murmured,“Tess, my Tessa, you know I’d never miss you and Jem’s wedding for the world for not even death can keep us apart.” Tessa gasped in shock. “Oh no! The wedding! It’s starting now! But I haven’t even picked a Suggen!” Tessa exclaimed in a panic. “What are you talking about my dear, I’m right here,” said Will with a crooked grin.

“Where are they? Jem and Tessa should’ve been here 20 minutes ago,” said Simon, his voice jittery with nerves and his eyes glancing around furtively. “I’m not sure. It’s not like them to be late to anything, much less their own wedding,” mused Isabelle. Out of the group, only Magnus seemed to be at ease, laughing at something Ragnor was saying. Suddenly, Jem appeared and started walking towards the altar. Jace observed with a curious look on his face, after all, no one appeared to be escorting Jem. As he neared their seats however, they noticed the Suggen at his feet. “Church?!?!” Emma sputtered in disbelief. Jem turned and looked at them with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Why yes, he’s one of my closest companions and we’ve been through thick and thin together, so why not?” Jace, Clary, and Isabelle started giggling uncontrollably and soon everyone was joining in. However, Alec was staring incredulously at Jem and soon asked, “What about the ghost we summoned?!?!” Jem looked over his shoulder and grinned. “You’ll see.”

Tessa looked over at Will and was reassured to find his eyes as bright and supportive as they had been when he was alive. He squeezed her hand tightly and they started walking towards her fiance. It was almost poetic really, her deceased husband guiding her toward his parabatai, the only other person whom he trusted to love Tessa. As she walked towards him, Jem ran his eyes over her adoringly and she saw the look of recognition in his eyes when he took in her dress. After all, it was almost identical to the one she’d worn when they slayed Benedict Lightwood, which was her original wedding gown. It felt like time slowed down as she and Will floated towards the person that completed their love triangle (and the cat they hated) and out of the 3 of them, there wasn’t a dry eye in sight. When Tessa went to stand next to Jem, she noticed the strange markings on his gear jacket. Since neither of them were full shadowhunters, they had to adapt the wedding traditions to suit their needs. In his case, what would normally be golden runes on his jacket became motifs of the clockwork angel that had protected her so many centuries ago. “Because I too will never let any harm come to you,” murmured Jem when he noticed Tessa’s expression. 

After reciting their elegant vows that they’d carefully crafted for the occasion, Jem and Tessa finally exchanged rings and kissed, sealing their marriage forever. Will stood smiling off to the side, next to his archnemesis, Church, who was scowling disapprovingly at him. He was absolutely ecstatic, after all, here were two of the most important people in his life committing to a life of joy and togetherness. Although he wasn’t a particularly sentimental person, Will’s vision was warped and swimming through a lens of joyous tears. At last, the ceremony was over and everyone was dancing slowly to the lulling piano music fondly extracted from the delicate instrument by a very handsome blond man. He must be a Herondale, Will thought. After all, that self assured attitude and the love in his eyes when he saw a particularly striking red headed lady could only come from somewhere. Suddenly, two familiar hands clasped at each of his shoulders. Will turned, looked at the loves of his life who looked as content as he’d ever seen them. Wordlessly, they all clasped hands and headed off to be alone.

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theoneandonlynerdypanda -> thepandamightwrite

URL change! This blog is officially my writing blog, so I changed stuff (prev @theoneandonlynerdypanda) my main account is gonna be @thenerdypanda so go follow maybe? Mutuals boost please? Thank uuu!

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Hey y'all! I'm moving blogs! This is technically my second blog, so I'm switching to @theoneandonlywritingpanda which is where I'll be doing a tlbotw live read and posting all my random junk from now on. This blog will be used for my theoretical fanfic. Mutuals sb? 🥺

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Wessa Oneshot fanfic!

Tessa Gray Herondale felt her husband’s absence most keenly in the surrounding darkness of night.

She had so many memories of a Will that fought in shadows, a warrior. Will, who carried in his veins the blood of the angel Raziel.  When in the face of danger Will would fight in a way that looked so effortless to Tessa. The graceful movements of his body that seemed so fluid and hypnotizing.

In the very beginning Tessa remembered being appalled at the savagery of the Nephilim. She thought they were so unaffected and cold. She understood now that it was apart of them; it was apart of Will and he shone like an angel just as exquisite as Uriel when he would draw his seraph blade.

These weren’t the only memories she associated night with her husband.

Tessa recalled various nights filled with discussions in the library, heated glares cast at one another, and sarcastic remarks. In the early days of her life in London she always recalled a Will whose tongue was sharp and whose eyes were, in contrast, utterly hopeless. It was the mixture of these elements, Will’s harshness and his vulnerability, that had intrigued her to near madness. Or at least it felt like madness at the time. This was a picture of the angry, despairing boy she’d fallen in love with…

Tessa recalled one evening with a smile. In one of the early nights of their marriage, when they were still feeling a little awkward at sharing a bed, Will found a way to break the tension.

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Me: *giggles evilly when the person I recommended it to starts following the same steps*

This is relatable to any TSC book and don’t try to tell me otherwise

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Kitty:-

Prompt: there could never have been a way for me to forget you.

"Ty, wait! Please stop!" He did hear Kit but he still kept walking. Ty did not want to stop, to talk or be anywhere near Kit. He wasn't so sure of the last one. But he knew one thing that he would not stop walking.

"Tiberius Nero Blackthorn, stop! Please!" Hearing Kit's voice crack at the end made his steps falter and Ty stopped.

He turned around and there he was, standing just two feet away, yet Ty could feel the long distance between them. Ty did not look at him, did not want to. He steadied his gaze on the vase behind Kit.

His hands were fluttering furiously and he knew he was biting his lips hard. He wanted himself to stop. Ty had never cared about these things before, especially with Kit. He had trusted Kit then, he didn't know if he should trust him again.

"What do you want, Kit? He asked as calmly as he could. His own voice didn't sound familiar to him.

"I want you, Ty. I am tired. Of staying away from you, of not being able to talk to you, of watching you from one corner of the room but not touching you. I miss you."

Ty wanted to believe him, so much. He just was not sure he should.

But Kit looked so miserable. Was he? Ty didn't want to know. It would hurt him either way.

Kit's hair was tumbling on his forehead, falling in his eyes. He didn't seem to care. Ty wanted to brush it away from his eyes. But he took a step back.

"You don't want me, Kit. You never have. You left me. You hurt me. And most of all, you forgot me." Ty said, his throat constricting. He could feel tears forming in the back of his eyes. He would not let them fall. He began to turn away.

"There could never have been a way for me to forget you, Ty. Never. I love you. I said it three years ago and I am saying it again." Kit's voice was barely a whisper but Ty heard him.

Ty hadn't dared to really look at Kit even once since he arrived. He knew if he did, it would hurt even more than it did before. Now, Ty turned his eyes towards Kit to look at him. His grey eyes met Kit's beautiful blue ones and his breath hitched.

Kit had tears in his eyes. He was crying for Ty or because of Ty. He didn't know. He had never wanted to be the cause of Kit's tears, neither today nor three years back.

He wanted to accept Kit's words as the truth more than he wanted air to breath in that moment. But he still asked, staring at Kit's eyes.

"How can I believe you, Kit? Tell me why should I believe you?" It hurt to speak those words but he knew needed to say them.

"You don't believe my words, Ty? Then believe this." Kit said,his voice slightly hoarse.

Ty blinked and Kit was now standing just centimetres away from him. He was so close. Ty could see the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his eyes red and puffed, every strand of his blond hair plastered to his face and his lips pink and soft. He could feel Kit's body heat yet Ty's whole body shivered.

Kit slowly took his hand in his own and placed it on his chest. Ty could feel Kit's heart beating fast and loud under his hands just as he knew his was beating too.

For a while, they just stood there. Together, barely any distance between them, quite in each other's presence. Ty knew Kit was staring at him but his own gaze was fixed at their intertwined hands on Kit's chest, taking in the number of his heart beats, not wanting to take his hand off.

"I am sorry, Ty." Kit said. Ty could hear the tremor in Kit's voice. "I know I should not have left. But I just... I told you I loved you, Ty. You were the first person, I said it to, in years. And you didn't say it back. It just... broke something inside of me. My every insecurity I had since I was a child just doubled over and I.... I left. But I loved you, ty. I always did and I'll always do."

Ty did feel guilty but he felt relief too.

"I believe you, Kit. And I am sorry too. " He said in a whisper.

Instead of saying anything else, he kissed Kit's lips, slow and soft. He could feel Kit's smile against his lips and he couldn't help but smile himself.

Kissing Kit felt like putting the last piece of a puzzle together and Ty did feel complete and whole.

Thank you for reading!!

PS: @princerhy I hope this doesn't disappoint. They are rarely any fics from Ty's pov, so I tried my best with this one. I am sorry for the mistakes. If there is anything offensive, please tell me and I'll change it.

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ok everyone, please ignore the post I made a few days ago! time for a big change now

as of this moment I’ll combine my multifandom blog with my tsc one (this one, which is my primary) so this blog right here will be my blog for basically everything and where I post my art and reblog all sorts of stuff, tsc and all other fandoms included!

so feel free to unfollow

(or block me like some mutuals already did)

for now I won’t change my url because I do love this one !! 🥰

some fandoms and stuff I post about!

tsc, art, pjo, kane chronicles, marvel, rwrb, tua, acotar, anime, memes and cute animals, star wars, lgbtq+ books, atla, aftg, soc, hp, netflix series etc.

although I’m really not a fan of some of these (esp grishaverse) I still reblog content because I support my friends and other content creators! something you all can learn from 😚😉

also still looking for mutuals!! I unfollowed a lot of people

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Masterlist:-

Hiya everyone!! This is kind of a collection of my fics that I tried to write. They are not many but I'll add the new ones as I write. I am kinda new to all of this. But if you could read my fics and tell me how they are and maybe my mistakes, that would be lovely.

1. Malec:- Magnus sees Alec crying in the middle of the night and he is confused.(This was my first fic. I know this is bad but I am a bit proud of it..)

2. Kierarktina:- Cristina and Mark are missing Kieran. But Kieran misses them too.

3. Kitty:- Kit takes Ty for a surprise romantic getaway.

4. Jessa:- Tessa wakes up and Jem isn't with her. But she finds him gazing and smiling at their own little world.

5. Magnus and Tessa:- Tessa seeks refuge under the care of Magnus Bane after Will's death.

6. Gabrily:- Gabriel and Cecily are out on patrol but the night takes an awful turn.

7. Clary and Alec:- Clary really knows how to pull Alec's strings and can make him do whatever she wants.

So this is it. I know they are not much but I'll try to improve in the future. I am very sorry for all the mistakes but if you have read and loved any one of them, thank you so so much.

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Tessa: Lucie and Cordelia are that special age where they only have one thing on their minds.

Will: Boys?

Cordelia, at the same time as Lucie: Homicide.

Lucie, at the same time as Cordelia: Necromancy.

Everyone:

Literally everyone:

Matthew: Well at least if Cordelia kills me, Lucie will bring me back.

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y'all treating 15 year old alastair like he was the adult during the academy does not sit right with me. he was a child. why are y'all holding a 15 year old child to standards only emotionally mature adults can meet?

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being from a poor country on the internet is always a frustrating experience because we feel all the time like second-class citizens of the world; we have struggles and problems and victories that people don’t usually care to listen and more than once I have had the experience of going like “Hey guys we just had a dam disaster that killed 300 people” or “guys look at the philippines there’s a typhoon happening on top of an active volcano while covid is spreading and the president told police to shoot the citizens”, only to have that immediately swallowed by people going “Did you guys see the new TRUMP TWEET??”

and that generally sucks and I’ve actually left online spaces/gradually withdrew from friends because of just how bad it makes me feel, but nothing makes this as clear as when the USA decides a cause is important and I am bombarded by news of issues that are just the norm to me, as if they were only recently discovered

people from third world countries have been dealing with police brutality for so long that it spans generations - my grandma protested and was violently repressed, my mother protested and was violently repressed, it has been no different with me, and I lack words to express how immensely frustrating it is to open social media every day to see people go

“hey did you know that THE GOVERNMENT can use THE POLICE to repress THE CITIZEN???”

yes. that is a thing. it is a thing the state does. it is a thing that is done by the state. I have noticed. we have been saying this for a while. we have been begging people to listen for a while, but when we say it what we usually get is ‘damn, look at those uncivilized places! fighting the police! how savage!’. yes, I know, it was the cops who started it. yes I know this is not how rubber bullets are meant to be used. yes I know that the tear gas - 

it’s exhausting. it’s exhausting to see people like greta thunberg become the voice of defending the amazon when we’ve had our own voices defending the amazon for years and actually dying from it. Nothing against her - she’s doing a good thing - but GOD do I wish people knew of Chico Mendes or even Marina Silva like they know of her. what we get instead is just “brazilians don’t care about the forest! good thing this european has shown up to save it!”

what it feels like is that a thing only matters if a rich country decides it does, and then swoops down to teach us savages about the importance of the cause. as if mexican students didn’t vanish from the face of the earth by daring to speak up against social injustice. as if the kids in hong kong weren’t resisting tooth-and-nail to keep their democracy while the state uses the police to repress them. as if this very same fight against racism and police brutality, in brazil, hadn’t cost marielle franco her life in an horrific way.

it just feels as if the USA is screaming “hey guys the room is on fire” and my charred skeleton is sitting there, staring at the charred skeletons of the venezuelans and chileans and argentineans and filipinos and mexicans and all other latinos and third worlders like is that so

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Me during city of bones: Magnus bane? Eh he's probably just gonna be a minor character that we'll never see again

Me during city of lost souls: HOW DARE YOU BREAK ALEC'S HEART!!! 😡

Me now: I love Magnus so much and if anything happens to him I will personally murder Cassandra clare thank you and goodbye

[thepandamightwrite]

No one:

Literally no one:

Cassandra clare: and they turned into golden naked giants to break the parabatai bond...

[thepandamightwrite]

Emma: I love sleep

Emma: It’s like dying but with breakfast at the end