and izzie; i have no idea :(

pomrania  asked:

Is there anything you can tell me about Mando colour symbolism that isn't already on that "armour colour" post? I'm planning out a Sabine POV story where it would be relevant.

Well, yes and no. I went over the “facts” of colors and mandalorian color theory. What I can do now is kind of dig deeper into the actual mando’a words for colors, and maybe extrapolate more on the etymology of each word as they’re relevant to colors. If anything, it’ll give you an idea of how to break down the colors and maybe play with the meanings, or even the construction of the words themselves. Hopefully that helps?

I got a little carried away (again?) so I apologize for the length and time it took to put this together … and also you can take everything I say with a grain of salt as I’m trying to make sense of the etymology of these words. I’m also skipping orange as there’s no word for in the dictionary as of yet, and including violet since it is.

So, let’s go in the order that I went in the original post. Forewarning that black is going to be the longest section as I’ve thought about it maybe way too much.

  • ne’tra — black 

Ne’ is traditionally one of the negative prefixes of mando’a. It’s meant to indicate the opposite of what it’s attached to, or the not-thing. Tra means space, void … but it also translates to starfield, or field of stars. 

So. Black. Justice. Not the void of space, or, alternatively, Without stars, a starless night. 

However way you want to interpret that is up to you, but to me? From what I understand of mandalorian history? They were once a truly nomadic people, who voyaged across the stars. They were, arguably, wayfinders. More than just warriors, or conquerors, or however most would like to put it.

I originally wasn’t going to do this, but because you mentioned (elsewhere) that you’re focusing on dusk, I want to take a moment to extrapolate on this thought. The reason I say this is because of how they view stars. 

Mandalorians are generally not considered to be religious. But the language they speak is still very deeply steeped in poetic concepts — grasping at the enormous and unthinkable with words as clever and broad as a people can attempt to embody them. Stars is my personal favorite.

Ka’ra — stars, ruling council of fallen leaders. Mandalorians still speak of those who pass as not being dead, but marching far far away. The origin of the word stars is the belief that the Mand’alore ascend to the stars, to watch over the people and to guide them.

The word for breath is kar’am. Hyperdrive is karbakar (star to star). Kar’ta is heart. Kar’taylir is awareness, knowledge, lit. to hold in the heart. Karyai is the main communal living room of a communal home, where a family convenes to spend time together — and often the last bastion against an invasion.

Jate’kara, luck, destiny, literally good stars, a course to steer by. 

All of these words stem from stars.

Black, the color, is literally a starless night. But, while the impulse is to go for something negative, I would actually pull away from that. Mandalorians, in general, also view adversity (something difficult, something terrible, something terrifying) as something to challenge and overcome as a way of life. A starless night is not to be feared but to be met

A starless night may also be indicative, poetically, of a place or a people or an event without justice. And that void, that emptiness, that lack? Must be filled. Whomsoever wears black has taken it upon themselves to fill a void and reinstate justice in whatever manner that may mean.

But also consider: a night without stars evokes a specific sort of image and feeling … which may also be completely different depending on the person in question. Someone who lives in a bright city and experiences light pollution would be used to a night without stars, versus someone living out in the wild (like Krownest) or who is dependent on the stars to travel, would be used to a night full of stars and may find it distressing or strange.

  • ve’vut — gold

This one is a little less straightforward. Vut, or vutyc, indicates special. Unique, precious. Ve’ (pronounced vay or veh) is unclear as to what it’s meant to indicate, but often when we see ve’ as a prefix, it’s usually from ven (future tense), but in this case it may be from vheh, earth, soil, dirt. 

Gold. Vengeance. A precious future, or, precious metal.

Maybe evocative of the sun rising after a long and difficult night. The gold of the sun rising is a promise of a future — or at the very least, the feeling of surviving to tomorrow. This might be too poetic though lmao, and tbh … I really like the simplicity and the directness of precious metal (lit. special dirt, lmao).

The funny thing here is that though I have gold and yellow listed together for meaning (as they are, generally, considered under the same banner of Vengeance), the word for yellow is different.

  • shi'yayc — yellow

So. I’m not really a fan of this word, to be perfectly honest with you. I’m of the opinion this is less an actual color and more an adjective meant to describe something else. But regardless, here it is.

From shi, just/only, and yayc, which may be from oyayc, meaning alive (or oya! which carries many meanings and generally overwhelmingly positive). Generally though, with the yc added to the end, it’s less a noun and more an adjective, so it might actually be meant to be a descriptor (ie. yellowing of skin or eyes etc)

Yellow. Vengeance. Only just alive, or barely dead.

Maybe comparison to, say, a recently deceased person — but that only really works if one assumed that all dead persons are pale and turn yellow when they die, and that’s a weird assumption to make in the context of mandalorians.

Also consider: yellow is dull compared to the shine of a metallic gold. Less intense in that way. My question is what becomes of a person after they’ve enacted vengeance? What becomes of a life devoid of a perpetual motivating force like that? What happens when gold loses its sheen and fades, dulls? 

Am I just taking this too far, to the next level it doesn’t need to go? maybe

EDIT:: w/ points from anon through a later ask, I’d like to also add what they said: 

you pondered about the connotations of yellow regarding ‘just/barely alive’ and its comparison to gold. I thought maybe it’s about flames/light - like a bright vivid flame is a bright gold, while the flame, when it’s only small and ->barely alive<- has more of a dull and yellowish shine. 

I hadn’t even consider that it might have been referencing intensity of light/fire? But the way you put it, that may actually make more sense than the direction I was going in. I was definitely perplexed somewhat, like I was missing something. This sounds like what I was missing.

That could also apply for the heat of a flame, too. Like, referring to the intensity of the light, or the intensity of the heat, or both, depending entirely on context, and related to the below.

  • Lust for life

So, there’s no word for orange in mando’a at this time.

Consider: Yellow is sometimes indicated to also mean lust for life, depending on who you ask and what source material you’re comparing it to.

It’s entirely possible that mandalorians don’t have a way to differentiate between yellow and orange. Some cultures do display a limitation in language, seeing what we would consider a range (yellow to orange) as all one spectrum under the same banner.

So while Yellow may mean barely alive/barely dead, yellow may also mean nothing but life.

Something to think about.

  • genet — gray

Gray/Silver. Mourning lost love.

Ge’ for almost, by proximity (literally or metaphorically). Net, we can assume, comes from the word for black, ne’tra. So, in this case, gray is literally almost black, but not quite. Reaching towards it, maybe, but not quite there.

I’ve used overcast before to describe gray, or the feeling of a loss, of grief, and it still applies here. Almost, not quite, as a starless night sky. Duller, paler, than a starfield. That kind of thing—perpetually in comparison to black.

Also consider that it may infer obscuring the target, instead of almost reaching black, it may act like a filter, a translucent overlay to take away or obscure intensity of (in this case from black, or night sky). Mandalorians, who are (or once was) so used to navigating by/the stars, suddenly having to deal with their guidance obscured? There’s loss, there, too.

  • kebiin — blue

This one’s a little … less straightforward. Ke’ is used as an imperative prefix, usually to indicate that this word/sentence is a command, but keb may also come from kebbur, meaning to try or make an attempt. Biin, or bii, may come from abiik, air (interestingly, kebii’tra indicates sky, so it’s literally blue starfield, blue space).

What is reliable? What is faithful? Following through, or making the attempt again and again—someone consistent, trustworthy. To stretch the meaning, as trustworthy as the air. 

Blue. Reliability. Faithful. As consistent, or trustworthy, as the air.

I wonder if that was ever a phrase in use. “As trustworthy as the air” might ring true on a planet where they can breathe without their helmets … but what if they so happen to land on a planet that they cannot?

In hindsight, that sounds like a very mando joke to make. B’)

“Who ever is reliable all the time?” Both a joke and a very serious question.

  • ge’tal — red

Ge shows up again. Almost. Tal, blood. Almost blood, or nearly / like blood. 

From what I understand, the Taung did bleed red, and since they were the original mandalorians, it makes sense for them to make the simplest association for the color.

Red. Honoring a parent. 

This is kind of a call back, imo, to the saying “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” as chosen family ties are stronger than that of biological ones, and consider that mandalorians are expected to shed blood for their chosen family if it ever came to it.

But also consider pointing at a rose and, quite literally, calling it like blood

  • vorpan — green

Vor, figuratively, is to thank. Literally, it’s to accept. Pan… is a little difficult to discover what it might indicate, or where it may come from, but from the two other words it’s a part of (epan, for guts, entrails, and sapan for electromagnet) we can kind of infer that it’s meant to indicate core, or insides, the interior of a thing.

Metaphorically, vorpan can be understood to be accepting a task to fulfill with one’s whole being.  For context, vorpan’oy is the word for vegetation, as in bringing life to green.

Green. Duty. To embody one’s accepted task

Not really sure why, but let’s go with that.

  • saviin — violet

This word is actually very close to Sabine’s name — they’re pronounced the same, just with a v instead of b. In some dialects or accent, one might say they are the same. I would argue they are.

So. VioletSaviin. Sa’ most likely comes from sarad, meaning flower, bloom. Viin is from viinir, for run. 

Running flower. Wild violets are considered weeds in some places, and so instead of run as in flee, run may lean more towards running wild, an overgrowth — or a plant that can live, even thrive, anywhere, in spite of adversity and outside forces attempting to eradicate them. 

Survival in adversity.

And, maybe unintentionally maybe not, given the above I would argue it’s a perfect name for Sabine under the circumstances. 

EDIT:: referring again to points brought up by anon in a later ask:

saviin sounds a lot like Sabine, which seems very very likely to me, considering the long i (or rather e - from an anglophone perspective) and that [v] and [b] are very similar sounds, so maybe Sabine is like a basic transcription or a dialect form of Saviin. Regarding the meaning of the colour/name

My etymology for it would be the following: “viin”/“bine” being a degenerated/shortened form (or even the root?) of kebiin - blue connected with “sa” - as, like, it gives “sa viin” - “like blue”, what is kind of a good description for purple/violet, implying the standard shade in mandalorian perception would be a darker bluish purple ALSO implying that the concept of purple cam up comparably late in the language, similar of the color orange getting it’s name rather late in germanic languages 

I was going color by color so I missed the connection in the effort to complete the post, which was an oversight by me sadly. 

It might also then directly connect the connotations of blue (reliability) with purple (adaptability, survival in adversity). They who are reliable can be depended on to adapt and survive adversity, or so on, kind of like orange (lust for life) from yellow, as thought about from above (the intensity of the flame).

Definitely some interesting things to think about.

mmogwai  asked:

I am IN LOVE with your Voltron headcanons, they're so funny and accurate. Sooo, I was wondering if you could do some about Shiro and Keith :0

  • believed in aliens before it was cool
    • shiro does because “the universe is incredibly vast and to think that our planet is the only one housing life is incredibly hubristic”
    • keith just. i mean he lived in a shack and sleeps with a knife under his pillow. he is exactly the type of person to believe in aliens
  • anyone: “man, shiro’s so cool” keith: *automatically remembers every embarrassing thing shiro has ever done*
  • shiro won’t let the ‘bonding moment’ thing go
    • he has it memorized down to the voice crack
    • “i hate lance” “but keith” “wait-” “you had a bonding moment! you cradled him in your arms” “MY VOICE DOESN’T SOUND LIKE THAT”
  • shiro and allura are the diplomatic ones, keith’s the one standing behind them ~*casually*~ cleaning his knife
  • there’s “lance, no” but there’s also “keith, no
  • shiro: *lowkey bullies keith into getting a reasonable amount of sleep* also shiro: *sleeps maybe two hours a night*
  • they trade off being the more mature one
  • keith: “hey, I have good ideas!!” shiro: “remember that one time i left you alone and you got kicked out of school and moved to the desert and became a conspiracy theorist”

mrmcbooks  asked:

Hey Cassie! You have no idea how much I love your books, and not to mention how much Alec and Magnus mean to me. Reading about them when I was just beginning to figure out my sexuality meant a lot. I just finished TftSA and I really want to cry because of George. I love the fact though that Simon took on Lovelace as his surname. I remember reading awhile back that Simon would take Lightwood when he married Izzy, is this still true? Lovelace seems so fitting to him honoring George.

Simon will always keep Lovelace as part of his name — so, poor boy, he will likely be cursed with the name Simon Lewis Lovelace Lightwood forever. He has reasons to honor the Lightwoods, too, so for him this is a way to honor multiple people who he cares about. :)


i’m so confused right now? all i did was ask her a simple question about Raphael, and she just blocked me. i have no idea how this could be problematic or offensive. it’s very unfair because i’ve been supporting her, and buying her books since i was in 6th grade. this made me do a little research about her, and it really opened my eyes. she’s such a horrible person, and honestly, it’s a damn shame.

anonymous asked:

I get where you're coming from with the "Shiro is Keith's uncle" theory, but Ryou (Shiro's actual brother from Golion who later became Sven) is younger, and I doubt that they would flip that/create a new older brother character

Well, I mean, they’ve already changed so much of the old series that making Ryou the older brother would be a pretty minor change in comparison to some of the ones they’ve made like:

  • Shiro in black instead of blue
  • Lance in blue instead of red
  • Keith in red instead of black
  • Zarkon as the original black paladin
  • Keith as a dropout instead of a commander
  • Keith having Galra heritage
  • Pidge as a girl
  • Coran’s whole personality
  • Allura not having a lion (yet?)
  • Allura as a commander
  • The castle as a ship
  • etc. etc.

Aha I’m not banking too hard on the Uncle Shiro theory but considering the changes that have already been made, this isn’t really that big a stretch.

magnus asks alec to move in with him

i may have included a mini training scene at the end? maybe? idk? 👀

Alec’s head was resting on Magnus’ lap and his long legs dangled over the armrest of the sofa as the city lights flickered throughout the living room. Magnus had his nose buried in a book as he sat cross-legged, a hand lazily running through Alec’s messy raven hair. Alec had just come home after a long day of missions, eager to just relax and wind down next to his boyfriend before yet another jam-packed day tomorrow.

Magnus’ fingers massaging Alec’s scalp led to him beginning to doze off, lids heavy, breathing steady. Maybe Magnus was massaging small sparks of magic into his forehead to help him relax but Alec couldn’t be sure. He didn’t want to fall asleep yet, just the thought of his limited time with Magnus wasted on sleep made him flicker his eyes open, catching Magnus’ bejeweled wrist. Magnus smiled to himself at Alec’s tired eyes as he flipped a page in his book.

Alec began humming to himself, something he very rarely did, as he stroked his fingers along the length of Magnus’ hand. He twisted and played with the sparkly rings that adorned his powerful fingers, occasionally bringing them down to lay a trail of soft kisses.

Just as Alec thought he might give in to his drowsiness, his phone began to ring loudly, piercing through the silent apartment. Sighing, Alec reached over to the coffee table and looked at the screen, immediately placing it back down when reading that it was his mother. As soon as the phone stopped ringing, Alec received two text messages. Groaning, he reached over again and brought the phone over to the couch.

Alec, where are you? Could you come home tonight, please? - Maryse

Alec, we’re all having dinner together and it would be nice if you joined us. And stayed the night? - Maryse

Alec grimaced at the screen, locking his phone and letting it slip into the crevices of the couch. She didn’t have to say any more for Alec to know that the invitation did not extend to Magnus. He had to admit, his mother had been more accommodating of his and Magnus’ relationship, but he couldn’t help but feel that she still found it unpleasant. What did she think was going to happen?

Alec was an adult, he could do what he wanted without having her permission for the smallest things. The first time Alec had stayed over at Magnus’ she had thrown an absolute fit about being responsible and punctual if he was to be the Head of the Institute. He knew her problems were larger than that, though.

Sighing, Alec concluded that maybe his mother just missed him – though she didn’t seem to act like it – and that maybe he could go home for the night. He really didn’t want to. Alec sighed again and began to sit up on the sofa as Magnus put his book down on the side table. Alec turned to face Magnus, sitting cross-legged just like him and Magnus turned to pout at Alec – an expression he soon learned meant ‘don’t go’.

Alec leaned over to Magnus and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek as if to say 'see you soon’ but Magnus’ soft fingers on Alec’s neck made his heart break. In that moment, Alec decided that his mother could wait for another day, and moved from Magnus’ cheek to his lips. Magnus smiled into the kiss, moving his hand from Alec’s neck rune to his cheek, a thumb stroking the skin under the Shadowhunter’s eye. Alec leaned into the touch, turning to place a kiss on Magnus’ palm before turning back to his lips. 

Magnus pulled on the neck of Alec’s shirt and brought him down on top of himself so that they were both lying on the sofa in each other’s arms. Magnus’ hands explored Alec’s back, his hands reaching up underneath Alec’s shirt and pressing against his muscular, marked body. Alec moaned into Magnus’ mouth and began kissing a spot he knew was sensitive on Magnus’ neck.

Magnus tried collecting himself, breathing hard and uneven. Magnus was so comfortable with Alec, yet so weak. “Move in with me,” Magnus said hastily in a raspy voice. Alec paused immediately, staring at the Warlock with wide eyes. Alec searched Magnus’ face for any indication of a lie or joke but found none. He was being genuine. Alec had to take a second, blinking to refocus and swallowing to find his voice.

“What?” was all he was able to muster. Magnus looked back and forth between Alec’s eyes.

“You basically already live here,” he said in a matter of fact tone. “Plus, it’ll give you an excuse to never leave.” Magnus stared back at Alec, whose hazel eyes were fixed on him. Alec couldn’t fathom the idea of someone wanting to spend more time with him. What would Izzy say?

“I love you,” he breathed, roughly searching for Magnus’ mouth with his, an action which Magnus took to mean 'yes’. Magnus chuckled as he continued to kiss Alec.

It was only a couple of days later that Isabelle had barged in and interrupted one of Alec and Jace’s training sessions. Magnus was sitting on the side, watching them both train – mainly just watching Alec train. Magnus was having fun spurting bits of magic at Jace’s feet, causing him to trip and stall every now and then. It only let Alec take Jace down harder than he would’ve been able to without the magic. Alec had just managed to pin Jace to the floor when Isabelle yanked him up and shoved his chest.

Alec frowned at her, rubbing his skin and looking concerned. “Tell me Mom isn’t shipping you off to Idris!” she exclaimed, crossing her arms and glaring at her older brother.

Alec’s brows furrowed as he glanced over to Magnus who also looked concerned. He slowly got up and walked over to the trio. “What? No?”

“I know she’s been hard on you because of Magnus but you don’t have to go!” she continued to which Jace stepped up.

“Idris? Since when?” he asked, panting.

“I’m not moving to Idris, what are you talking about?” asked Alec, eyeing both of his siblings in worry.

“Then what’s with all the packed bags in your room?” she asked, hastily.

Alec let out a long breath and relaxed, glancing at Magnus who was now stood just a couple steps behind him. “It’s nothing,” he reassured, lowering his voice. Alec could already hear the 'you didn’t tell them?’ conversation that Magnus and him were going to have back at the loft. “Magnus just asked me to move in with him,” he said, nervous to see their reactions.

Izzy and Jace instantly relaxed their stances, a smile creeping up on Jace’s face which Alec rolled his eyes to. “Oh,” was all that came out of Izzy’s mouth.

“What?” asked Alec, softly.

“What did Mom say?”

Alec chuckled at his sister’s comment. Magnus stepped closer so that he was standing next to Alec, eyes still downcast as though he felt he was intruding. “I don’t care what she has to say, Izzy. I can do what I want.” Alec smiled and swung an arm around Magnus’ shoulder.

A smile broke out onto Isabelle’s face as she caught glimpse of the way Magnus was looking at Alec as if he was the only one in the room. Alec turned his face to smile back at Magnus, placing a brief kiss on his lips before they both swirled around and headed to the living quarters to collect Alec’s things.

hope you enjoyed. let me know if there are any scenarios you would like to see!

in the meantime, the almost kiss that i like to think happened that night

titles for all 2b episodes are out and of course, I had to go in too deep and now you’re getting my ramble. I don’t know if any of this might be true, but here you go.

Titles + spoilers we’ve got so far = this:


• 2x11 Mea Maxima Culpa- easy one. Jace’s gonna blame himself for events from 2x10
• 2x12 You’re Not Your Own - I have this feeling it might be mostly about Izzy or Alec. Remember - in 2x12 we’re getting “Alec being so sweet with Magnus”. AND I believe a brief Sizzy scene?
• 2x13 Those of Demon Blood - Downworld uprising!
• 2x14 The Fair Folk - Seelie Court, Seelie Queen etc.
• 2x15 A Problem of Memory - well, first idea I’ve got was Magnus sharing his past with Alec and I really don’t know what else could it be. I think there were spoilers about Alec and Seelie Court, so maybe something there happens that makes Alec ask about Magnus’ past? + most likely Magnus dancing.
• 2x16 Day of Atonement - I have no idea. All I know is we’re getting Idris scenes.
• 2x17 A Dark Reflection - Sebastian revealing who he really is? Like, Sebastian is Jace’s dark reflection, right?
• 2x18 Arise, Awake or Be Forever Fallen- the title comes from a poem “Paradise Lost” which is about things such as the fall of lucifer. This might be about fallen angels in overall. An introduction of Lilith perhaps? Asmodeus?
• 2x19 Hail and Farewell - “Hail and Farewell, my brother.” - this is what Sebastian said in the City of Glass right before he stabbed Jace, so…. Shadowhunters also use it [Ave Atque Vale] as a goodbye to warriors fallen on a battlefield. Or funerals overall. Wouldn’t be surprised if Max actually died + “Hail and Farewell” is a title of chapter in CoG where Clary creates Alliance Rune and I really want this to happen tbh. Like, imagine - even more badass battle!Malec.
• 2x20 Beside Still Water - Still water as in a lake = Lake Lyn = Mortal Mirror/Glass

Maybe at least one thing from there is true, lol. Feel free to add your own ideas

okay i gave the writers the benefit of the doubt last week when they ended malec’s pre-sex scene the way they did, i had hope that at the start of today’s episode we might see them together, either shedding a bit of light on what occurred or at least how they felt about it

i didn’t expect them to not talk to each other about it at all. if it weren’t for the short conversations between alec and izzy and magnus and jace no one would have any idea if they’d actually had sex or not

this lack of conversation between the two really does not bode well with magnus’ hesitations last episode, as well as in alec’s scene with izzy when he said to her “there’s nothing to tell”

when he said that i really started to doubt sex even happened because the whole thing didn’t feel right from the start. the writers have handled this absolutely awfully

i at least thought we’d get conversation to ease a bit of the worry people had about magnus’ self-expressed vulnerability or some confirmation that both of them felt comfortable with it

instead we had climon talk more about their relationship than malec and they’ve been dating for half an episode

masterlist for my Guns N’ Roses imagines

Duff McKagan

you’re friends with benefits with Duff

Duff is your new neighbor

You beg your boyfriend Duff to dance with you at a ball

you’re the only one Duff talks to on a bad day

Duff writing a song for you

Duff being caring on a bad day

Your bf Duff being overwhelmed with your beauty

Axl Rose

Axl leaves you for Stephanie but then wants you back

Axl holds your hand while you get your nipple pierced

You buy your boyfriend Axl a bunch of roses

Taking care of your depressed boyfriend Axl

Coming out to your boyfriend Axl as bisexual

Meeting Axl for the first time

You play truth or dare with GNR and Axl has to give you a lapdance

Axl is lost in the city you live in and you help him

Losing your virginity to Axl

Your boyfriend gets jealous when Slash teaches you a song on guitar

Axl and you are secretly dating

Meeting Axl after a GNR show

Taking Duff with you for a tattoo appointment and your boyfriend getting jealous

Instead of interviewing Axl you’re having some fun

Izzy Stradlin

Izzy teaching you how to play guitar

You go out for a smoke and run into Izzy

Izzy being the only one to understand you don’t want to party

Your best friend Izzy having a crush on you


Getting into a fight with Slash Part 1 // Part 2

Your boyfriend Slash is in his 40s, you’re in your 20s and he comforts you from the hate

Steven Adler

Drunken adventure with your best friend

Spending a rainy day with your bf Steven

Shadowhunters as @wolfpupy tweets
  • Clary: i'm not going to claim that i know everything, i am simply going to act like it
  • Jace: "just when i thought things couldn't get worse" that was your first mistake, things always get worse regardless of thinking
  • Luke: "i don't think..." yeah you don't think, i on the other hand am constantly thinking, various thoughts and ideas, as a genius of intelligents
  • Simon: i feel like if people respected me for the sheer stupidity of my actions i would get a lot more respect
  • Izzy: you can use a whip to open a treasure chest or you can use a key to do it, both are valid and should be equally respected
  • Alec: who would have thought that 10, 20, even 30 seconds later that the thing you said would still not matter to me, yes time is a cruel mistress
  • Magnus: the key to success in life is to work hard, set goals, and have access to a powerful magic spellbook
Wing Woman

Pairings: Mentioned Steve x Reader (Bucky and his niece, Isabelle Rogers)

Warnings: Fluff 

Word Count: 913

Summary: Bucky spends the day at the park with his niece 

Bucky looked down fondly as little Isabelle Rogers - the exact replica of Steve in every way - pushed herself up onto her knees, reaching for the zip lock bag resting in his lap, using her other hand to brace herself on his leg. The two of them were sitting in the park, each sharing one side of the hot pink blanket Izzy insisted they bring with them, a position Bucky would definitely not have found himself in except with the five year old beside him.

Izzy looked up to Bucky as she struggled to reach the piece of cut up carrot inside the bag, her blue eyes wide and her bottom lip pushed out into a pout. Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled the vegetable out, placing it into her open palm.
“I bring candy and all you want are the carrots.”
“Dadda say carrots are good for you,” Izzy replies.
“Of course he did.”

As Isabelle crunched happily on the carrot Bucky reached into the second bag on his lap, taking out one of the gummy snakes he originally thought he’d be sharing with his niece and popping it into his mouth. He lent back on his elbows as he watched Izzy next to him, her blonde hair a wild mess of curls around her face, an open picture book lying in front of her.

You and Steve had gone away on a three day mission, leaving Izzy under Bucky’s watch. He’d been a little unsure of the whole thing when Steve first asked him to watch her, he’d never had to look after someone that was solely dependent on him, but now that they were two days in Bucky was more than comfortable being with her every minute of the day. So far they’d watched movies, had pizza, and made forts out of Bucky’s couch cushions. The picnic had been next on their to do list.

As Izzy continued reading her book Bucky looked around the park, his attention being drawn to the woman jogging past them, earphones plugged into her ears. Bucky kept his eyes on her as she slowed down towards the edge of the duck pond, stretching her arms up above her head.
“Hey Izzy,” Bucky said, grabbing her attention. “What would I have to give you in order for you to go tell that lady over there that she was pretty?”

Bucky knew it was probably not a great idea using his niece as a way to talk to a woman, especially if it ever came back to Steve, but he’d hit a dry spell lately and he was all for trying to break it. Bucky looked back down to see that Izzy had crossed her arms over her chest, her cheeks puffed up as she shook her head.
“Mumma said you’d try and use me to - to woo,” Izzy stated, catching Bucky completely by surprise. “Why can you not tell her she pretty uncle Buck?”

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Y'all y'all y'all y'all guess who’s started writing fic!This is a monster idek where it came from but it came so here ya go.Also, I’m going to be cool and thank betas and things so a s/o to @ghostiemakingposties and shradha(who is sensible and is not on this site) for all the help I love you.
Constructive criticism is always appreciated! Also, first fic so be nice. Spread the love,y'all!

It’s soft and fluffy and the first time Magnus sees it,he has to backtrack and take a closer look.He walks towards the grey lump slowly,hardly daring to believe what it could be.
And really,when he realises and picks it up and maybe (slightly) nuzzles into it,he can’t even blame himself.It’s just so squashy and smells so Alec and as he sniffs it(unashamed),he can just imagine his boyfriend sitting in a couch,curling that huge 6 foot frame into a small ball,cozy and comfortable,maybe reading a book (preferably with Magnus by his side).
The image in his head makes him grin and before he can think twice about it (and possibly do the right thing) he gives the hoodie one last sniff and swiftly folds it and keeps it in his shelf.
The first time he does it, it’s an almost unconscious decision.He’s just so
tired and he can still hear the voice of the old lady who came to him for help ringing in his head.He can hear the disappointment in her words when he told her that he just couldn’t do it and if it’s one thing Magnus hates more than homophobes,sexists,racists or just general assholes, it’s not being able to help a client.
He walks into his home and makes his way to his room to change into something comfortable ,once again cursing the Clave’s uncanny ability to keep Alec busy when Magnus needs him the most.He’s about to call his boyfriend,just to hear his voice (they’re such saps and he knows it and he loves it) as he’s ruffling through his shelf,when he spots it out of the corner of his eye.And really, no-one’s there around to blame him when he quickly pockets his phone,takes out the article of clothing and smells it.And as Alec’s scent washes over him and along with it,a wave of calmness, it’s only a matter of a few seconds before he’s changed into it along with a pair of pajamas.
He’s taken to wearing the hoodie around the house.Sometimes,when the day brings difficult clients or he does a particularly exhausting piece of magic and Alec can’t make it to the loft because he’s too busy at the Institute.
On those days,he comes back home and after being dramatic about Alec’s absence for about ten minutes and going about his usual pre-bed routine(something that he makes sure to do because once,when he forgot,the next morning saw glitter on his sheets and glitter’s an absolute bitch to get off of anything),he settles for the next best thing after Alec’s physical presence next to him or under him.
He never, ever wears it around Alec,though.He doesn’t even mention it to him.Maybe because he’s scared Alec might want it back or possibly because Magnus likes having this piece of his boyfriend just for himself that he can cuddle with after a hard day and really, without this acceptable substitute,where would he be when his boyfriend can’t make it to his arms at night?
So a few weeks later when they’re lying down in Magnus’s bed, inbetween all the forehead-kisses and nose-nuzzles and the whispered sweet nothings, when Alec asks him whether he’s seen his grey hoodie,Magnus replies in the negative with a suggestion of “Why don’t you check at the Institute again?”
Alec debates the idea of Izzy throwing it away because It’s horrifying,Alec and she’s been known to have disposed of Alec’s ‘horrifying’ clothes in the past and Magnus humours him with a “I wouldn’t blame her.You do have a rather terrible sense of fashion.” and to the sound of Alec’s indignant reply of “It was extremely comfortable.” and the steady thump of a beloved heartbeat against his ear,Magnus falls asleep,content in the knowledge that this is one night where he has the real deal.
Really,Magnus should have known that it was only a matter of time before his boyfriend found out.
It happens on a rainy evening.Alec,Jace,Izzy and Clary are hunting down a Shax demon when the skies open up.They’re too far from the Institute but they need to find shelter because it looks like this might turn out to be a real storm.So obviously (obviously),they go to Magnus’s.And if Alec was planning on going there after the mission anyway,this just helped his cause.
They climb up the stairs and reach his floor to see Magnus opening his door.On hearing the noise,the warlock turns around and sighs on seeing these four drenched teenagers,whom he may or may not love.
(He loves one of them a little more than the rest but don’t tell that to anyone.)
As they traipse into the living room,Magnus waits at the door for all of them to enter.
And if he just so happens to share a short kiss with the tallest one,nobody saw.
(That’s a lie because everyone saw and simultaneously groaned and the only reason the kiss was short was because of Jace’s huffed “Magnus, we’re all drenched and freezing so can you turn up the heat in here and then kiss your boyfriend senseless?”)
He obliges.
Honestly,he should have possibly had some forethought when in reply to Alec’s “Can I borrow a t-shirt?This one’s drenched,” he says “You can take what you want from my shelf.”
(Actually,he did have forethought.He was thinking about Alec removing his wet t-shirt to put on a new one.)
(It must be noted here that Magnus is more than just borderline gratuitous.)
So when Alec comes out of his room,holding a small,grey,rather familiar bundle in his hand, Magnus is speechless.
(He does, however,notice that Alec has,infact,not yet changed and is still wearing a wet t-shirt.)
“Magnus,” Alec starts.”Is this what I think it is?”
Honestly,Magnus can’t be blamed if he responds with a “Depends.What do you think it is?”
And Jace,clueless clueless Jace just
has to open his mouth and go “Hey, isn’t that the hoodie you were looking for?”
Of course,because everyone has to put their ten cents into their discussion,Izzy incredulously says “You accused me of throwing it out.”
And because this conversation is apparently no longer theirs,Jace pitches in with a “To be fair,Iz,you did say it was terrible.”
And Clary, bless her ,being the only sensible person in the room(apart from Alec.Alec is extremely sensible.Alec in a wet t-shirt is also extremely sensible. Magnus is easily distracted.) gets off the sofa with a clap of her hands and a “Wow,would you look at that,it isn’t raining anymore.Looks like we can leave.Thanks Magnus!”
This proclamation is followed by the redhead shepherding Jace and Izzy out the door amidst their protests of “It’s pouring out there.”and “But my hair isn’t properly set yet.It’s going to get frizzy if it gets too wet.”
The latter is Jace’s contribution and Magnus can hear the sounds of Clary telling him to get over it you big baby and after the door shuts,the apartment is deafening in its silence.
There’s something in Alec’s eyes and Magnus can’t seem to figure out what it is.This worries him because at this point, they’ve come to be able to read each other’s emotions pretty easily.
They look at eachother,never breaking eye contact.During the entire interaction between his siblings,Alec had unfolded the bundle and realised that it is,in fact,what he thought it was.
“You said you didn’t know where it was.”
Alec says it neutrally, unaccussing,as a statement.
“I may have lied.”
Magnus doesn’t intend for that to come out as blunt as it did,but he can’t take back what he’s already said.
That’s it.That’s all Alec says.Just that single word.
And maybe it’s the fact that the question sounded so innocent or that Alec’s looking at him with this indistinguishable look in his eyes or maybe that he’s still in that damn t-shirt,but the next thing Magnus knows, he’s telling Alec the whole story.
How he found it that morning when Alec had to leave in a rush because of the call from the Institute,how he was initially going to return it but didn’t,how he wore it without even realising it the first time and how it became a regular thing.
And somewhere towards the end of his story,Alec drops the hoodie on the counter,makes his way towards him,cups his face in his hands and whispers Keep it.
When they kiss, it’s new and tender and he’s so full of love,Magnus might burst.
(He is pleasantly surprised by the turn this conversation has taken)
(When he peels Alec’s t-shirt off, it’s obviously because he doesn’t want his boyfriend to catch a cold.)
The hoodie lies on the kitchen counter,forgotten for now.
They’re too busy to care about clothes.
Magnus does,in fact,keep the hoodie.
The first time Alec sees him in it,his siblings are, unfortunately, around.

Stand by you (2x08 missing scene)

 This is set between Magnus’ scene with Jace & the party. Magnus deserves to be treated with respect and both he and Alec deserve to have their relationship spoken about with respect by Alec’s family.  Parabatai have it out and Malec are happy. 

Thank you so much to @ladymatt (it was a long edit session but you were an angel as always) and @blj2007 (i really appreciated your comments and support !!)

When Alec walked into the living room he was surprised to see Magnus standing at the drink cart tossing back a glass of whisky. When he’d seen him earlier he’d seemed so happy about how plans were going for Max’s party. But maybe one of the suppliers had been unreasonable, he didn’t really understand half of what went into planning one of these things.

“Well, I delivered the invitation to Mother and they’re coming. So that’s one less thing we need to worry about,” Alec said, coming to stand by Magnus, relieved that at least that meeting was over.

“Well Alec I must say I’m surprised, I felt sure she’d object,” Magnus paused as Alec’s face hardened, “she did object didn’t she, Alexander?”

“And I made it very clear that we care about Max and that whatever function was being held we would be attending together.” Alec paused and then grinned, “so she decided to accept your very generous offer to host it.”

“Why, Alexander, I wish I’d been there to see it!” Magnus said making no attempt to hide his glee at the prospect of Maryse being put in her place.

“It needed to be done.” Alec said simply, although his smile suggested he felt at least slightly triumphant about his success, “So, have you seen Jace? I said I’d tell him whether she was definitely coming. I think he needs a bit of time to prepare given he hasn’t seen her since she practically disowned him after everything happened with Valentine. I assume he’s still here, somewhere?”

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anonymous asked:

I have a Malec prompt for you: Alec returns to the Institute after spending the night at Magnus's. His neck (and deflect rune) is covered in hickies and he can't be bothered to heal them with a rune/is feeling defiant and doesn't want to.

i live for alec not giving any fucks

Alec pretty much figures out what’s wrong the second he steps into the Institute’s front hall. Raj looks over at him from his desk and arches a slow eyebrow, to which Alec scowls as furiously as he knows how. He can feel the heat suffusing through his cheeks as peoples’ eyes track his movements, their gaze falling to his neck where he is pretty sure Magnus has staked his claim. 

“Bro.” Jace says as Alec approaches him and Izzy, regarding him with bemusement. “Are you serious?” 

“No, I’m Alec.” He responds dryly. Izzy snorts and covers her mouth as she looks down at the table, flipping through something on her tablet. 

“You’re not going to maybe…I dunno, cover up your goddamn hickeys?” Jace exclaims. 

“Mm.” Alec hums noncommittally, peering over at Izzy’s tablet and assessing the incoming reports. He’s trying desperately to focus on that, instead of dwelling on how exactly he got those hickeys - 

How he’d been straddling Magnus on the couch, pressing heated kisses along the underside of Magnus’ jaw, open-mouthed and slick, and so very, very filthy in a way he’s only recently figured out how to do; how Magnus had been groaning under him, his hips rolling relentlessly in graceful little circles, teasing Alec with just the right amount of friction, so endlessly good; how Alec had pulled back for just a second to drag his thumb over Magnus’ lower lip, ducking his head and smiling, and Magnus had flipped their positions, his biceps flexing under Alec’s grip as he’d pushed Alec back and bracketed him in with those long legs; how he’d scraped his teeth slowly, torturously down the line of Alec’s throat, and then closed his mouth in an imperfect seal over the angry red marks and sucked, his lips like a brand against Alec’s skin - 

Alec shudders. Yeah, he can’t bring himself to even skim his fingertips over the marks without immediately melting and calling Magnus to just take him home and ravish him; there’s no way he’s pressing over them to draw a healing rune or something. Not happening. 

And it’s - entirely possible - just a little bit - that Alec likes the reminder that Magnus loves him and doesn’t care who knows and that’s - there’s something so infinitely precious about that. He’s helpless in the face of anything Magnus does, reminded all over again that he’s found a love more extraordinary than he thought possible. 

“I used to think it was cute that you’re so gone on him, but now it’s just tacky.” Jace complains, breaking Alec out of his reverie. Alec and Izzy glance at their brother to see him pouting impressively in a way he developed at age ten and never quite let go of. “I don’t walk in with hickies from my boyfriend, and I’ve arguably got more of an incentive to do so.” 

“What?” Izzy asks, amused. “What incentive could you possibly have?” 

“Simon’s a vampire.” Jace announces loudly as Simon and Clary walk out of the hallway and approach the table where the three of them are gathered, engrossed in some conversation. Alec arches an eyebrow as Jace continues, unaware of his boyfriend and Izzy’s girlfriend coming up from behind him, “He has a neck kink.” 

Simon stops and flushes red, his mouth falling open as the surrounding Shadowhunters all look away, blushing, or - in the case of Raj - leer impressively for all of a second before he falls off his chair laughing. 

Lightwoods.” Raj wheezes as Alec rolls his eyes. 

Jace.” Simon hisses, and Jace looks back at Simon cheerfully. 

“Hi babe.” He says, reaching out and snagging a hand in Simon’s shirt, pulling him closer. “Look, Alec’s got hickeys from Magnus. You refuse to let me leave without putting an iratze on my neck.” 

“That is so much more about your sex life than I wanted to know, but good on you, Simon.” Izzy snickers. “Apparently you’re a lot more adventurous in bed than I realized.” Alec shudders. 

“I’m so glad Magnus has his own apartment.” He mutters to himself. Clary laughs at that, and they exchange an exasperated glance over Jace and Izzy. 

“Magnus is the High Warlock of Brooklyn.” Simon says, scowling up at Jace. “He could probably appear right now and whisk Alec away and no one could say anything. You’re just dating a simple vampire.” 

“So what, Alec is allowed to have his hickeys?” Jace whines. Alec groans and tips his head back. 

“When did we turn into a gossip circle?” He sighs. “I’m allowed to have whatever the hell I want on my body because I am an actual adult. Leave off and take your weird jealousy somewhere else private.”  

“Good idea.” Jace says, smiling winningly at Simon, who throws his hands up and mutters something that sounds suspiciously like ‘insatiable’ before he stalks off with Jace in tow. 

“I guess we’ll go on patrol in a few hours?” Izzy asks, laughing as she draws Clary closer. “And you, big brother, can go back to Magnus and ask him to finish what he started on your neck.” 

“I hate all of you.” Alec says, even as he takes his phone out to text Magnus to come and do exactly that. 

(When they go on patrol, Alec has a matching line of hickeys extending from just below his collar to just above the waistband of his jeans. This time, his meddling siblings do not see them.)

Fun story:

My friend (who doesn’t watch Shadowhunters) was looking through my camera roll (I didn’t even care cause she knows I’m fucked up) and she came across this photo of the Malec kiss.

She knows I do edits and ship gays, so she immediately assumed that it was photoshopped. She didn’t even believe me when I told her it wasn’t. I shit you not she saw the idea of me PHOTOSHOPPING IT as more likely than having an ACTUAL GAY RELATIONSHIP IN A TV PROGRAMME.

This proves two things.

  1. The world is fucked up

  2. Shadowhunters isn’t

It’s been a week since the mid season finale and the first Shadowhunters AU Monday is finally here! We promise that there will be a wide variety of prompts in the following weeks (less mundane and generic ones), but we decided to start off with a familiar, much beloved au to make sure no one gets overwhelmed before we even get started. So without further ado:


But fear not! This theme does not only include coffee shops, but also bakeries, cat cafés, and any sort of quaint little coffee place to get your daily caffeine fix. And whether it’s in the middle of New York, in a small town somewhere, on the moon, or placed in the 1920′s is entirely up to you!

Remember to tag your work with #shaumondays (one of the 5 first tags), and make sure to make it clear if your work has any triggers. It would also make things a lot easier, if you could somehow try to indicate which main characters, otps and brotps are involved in the work, especially if it a piece of writing. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the tags or somewhere else in the post. 

Also a quick reminder that these prompts are meant for all sorts of fanwork and we can’t wait to see what you guys come up with! Inspiration can be found under the read more if needed.

As always: Be respectful, have fun and get creative!

Love,  the SHAUMondays squad

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Keith is the first one to buy Spanish for Dummies. 

He’s slowly learning the language, Lance still mocks of his Rs but he’s sure Lance only does it to piss him off. They talk a lot in Spanish, and Lance’s mood improves when he calls him “bonito” or “corazón”.

The problem? Lance says korean is too hard and doesn’t want to learn his language. Now, Keith tries to act tough and pretend he isn’t hurt by the fact that, hey, he’s taking his time to learn a bit of Lance’s mother tongue and Lance doesn’t want to give back. It’s okay. He’s a tough boy, he’s fine. 

Lance cames a day from yet another extra shift. He starts speaking in korean. It’s perfect. Too perfect actually, he’s been going to classes in secret. He says he has little time in it but that his professor says he’s really good at it, so he needed to show off to Keith.

Now Keith has what he wanted, the problem now is: Lance apparently knows more Korean than he knows Spanish and Keith… doesn’t know how to feel about this. What’s real? What’s correct? Why Lance knows more Korean than he knows Spanish, that’s not fair, he started first. 

Stupid Lance. 

Just Listen

A/N: So I’m in a super bad mood right now and I’m also listening to I Found by Amber Run and I was inspired to write something angsty and sad so here y’all go!

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland)/me (or reader, depending on how you read it)

Warnings: Angst and sadness

“What do you mean, you’re ‘going to Germany’?!” I said through the phone to my boyfriend.

“I’m, uh, just going to be in Germany for a few days.”


“B… business?”

“Peter, you’re 15, what kind of business could you possibly have?”

“Superhero business?”

“Wow, last time I checked, Spider-Man didn’t take business trips.”

“Izzy, I-”

“Can you just tell me, honestly, what’s going on?”

He sighed into the phone. “Mr. Stark inducted me into his team. He and Cap are fighting, I guess, and he needed more members on his team.”

As he talked, I marched straight out of my apartment and to his own a few buildings down the street. “Cap? You’re on nickname basis with him? Peter, why didn’t you decline?”

I stood at his door now as he spoke, “Izzy, if the most rich guy showed up at your door and said, ‘Here, let me make you a better suit if you join my team, plus a free trip to Germany’, would you decline him?!”

His door opened, and I guessed that maybe he was about to walk over to my house, but I beat him to it. I hung up the phone and clicked my tongue angrily at him. “You can’t go to Germany.”

“My ticket is already paid for and ready.”

“Peter, how on earth does this strike you as a good idea?” I began to worry, and my heart began to pound in my chest.

He sighed again as he fell back into the couch, paused, hesitated. “I have to, Izzy. I just have to.”

“You are going against some of the strongest, most magical, enhanced, super people in the world. And you think that you have to do this?”

“Just listen for a seco-”

“What am I going to do when I found out that Captain America hit you so hard that you suffered internal bleeding? What am I supposed to say to Aunt May?”

“Izzy, listen to me,” he said in a tone that I didn’t recognize. It was harsh and sharp and frightened me. I immediately shut my mouth to listen. “What am I if I don’t try to help? Cowardly? How will people see me, how will they see The Spider-Man? I won’t be too amazing, now will I be? I need to do this because it’s the right thing to do. You’re all about morals sweetheart so please, please, see where I’m coming from, okay? I have to help.”

By now, I was crying. What if he did die? What was I going to do? I wouldn’t be leading a normal life, that’s for sure.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he said, rising from the couch and reaching to wipe the tears from my cheek. “I’ll be okay. I promise you, it’ll only be a few days. And then I’ll come back, everything will be like it was before.”

Aaaaaand I began to cry harder.

Peter seemed as though he was at a loss for words, and simply pulled me into a strong hug. “Sweetheart, you know I’ll be safe. I always come back alive.”

Eventually I stopped crying and wiped my tear-soaked face along his shirt. “Peter Parker, one day you’re going to send me into cardiac arrest.”

“I hope to God that never happens,” he murmured, resting his cheek on my head. “We’re going to live a long and happy life, you and me. I just know it.”

“Yeah, and the price to pay for that is to fight a few superhumans and you know, a giant bird-man and a magic girl.”

He chuckled. “I’d pay that price and so much more to come back to you.”


Lee Byung-Hun and Ethan Hawke discuss how many ideas they had about their Mag7 characters (well, honestly, it’s just Hawke doing the talk and LBH being precious)

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