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A Long Conversation - The Dark Artifices

This is the (super super adorable) extra short story that’s included in the hardback/paperback first editions of Lady Midnight!  In case you got LM on ebook or audiobook and are missing out, here it is! (it catches up with the rest of the TMI characters up to the point where they arrive at the LA Institute.)

Clary looked around the Institute’s music room with a tired but gratified smile.  It was a hot New York summer night, the windows were flung open, and Magnus had magicked up icicles that sparkled down from the ceiling and cooled the space.  The room was filled with people Clary loved and cared about, and in her personal opinion it looked pretty good, considering she’d had to race to find somewhere in the Institute they could hold a party on about twenty-four hours’ notice.

There was really no reason not to smile.

Two days previously, Simon had showed up at the Institute, breathless and wild-eyed.  Jace and Clary had been in the training room, checking in on the new Institute tutor, Beatriz Mendoza, and some of the Conclave students.

“Simon!” Clay had exclaimed.  “I didn’t know you were in town.”

Simon was a graduate of Shadowhunter Academy, Clary’s parabatai, and a Recruiter, a job created by the Consul to help replenish the diminished ranks of Shadowhunters.  When likely candidates for Ascension were found, Simon would talk to them about what it meant to become a Shadowhunter after a mundane life.  It was a job that often took him away from New York, which was its downside; in the plus column, Simon seemed to truly enjoy helping scared mundanes with the Sight feel like they weren’t truly alone.

Not that Simon looked like a dependable voice of reassurance at the moment.  He looked like a tornado had hit him.

“I just proposed to Isabelle,” he announced.

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Almost at 100 followers and so I am working on something special for you lovely people - because you deserve it - you crazy awesome things you!

Since it was some of @leo-sims meshes that got me back into recolouring (and now attempting to get back into some meshing - more on that later), I decided as a homage to do some recolours of three of her furniture sets to celebrate getting my first 100 followers. <3 you guys :)

A total of 30!!! yes 30!!!! (my fingers are cramping!) patterns for the seating and 15 of the lovely @peacemaker-ic‘s wood finishes on the wood items (since I use a lot of peacey’s furniture and I like matchy matchy - lame I know.

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A little Lu in the middle of a hunter exam from this morning’s phone doodles spree~

- Guide to another space -


For the words she couldn’t share with no one else, I was there to listen…

This was originally meant to be a screenshot redraw of Rose in Greg the babysitter-episode but then my brain was like: “…And let’s bring Pearl!” so now it’s these two in some forest I think. i hope you like it because my fingers are cramping haha

I think my problem lately is that, as a writer, when you really get into a story then the words just sorta… flow. You get so invested that you completely lose yourself and you’re no longer behind your computer/laptop/notebook. You’re there. Little discomforts no longer bother you and it’s like your fingers make no mistakes on the keyboard. 

I’ve lost that. I’m all to aware of the screen, and my wrists feel uncomfortable on the base of the keyboard. My fingers constantly feel cramped. The words feel forced. I can’t lose myself anymore. 

Cellist probs

•when your back starts to hurt from shitty posture

•oh wow I didn’t notice this was in tenor clef let me switch gears oh too late back him bass clef

•my fingerboard is kinda bloody near the bottom but that’s totally fine right?

•so I ended on an up bow when it should be a down bow. Let me play through this a few thousand more times and not catch my mistake

•pretending your right arm is the neck and practicing fingerings and vibrato in class without anyone noticing

•my back still hurts from this shitty posture, and my fingers are kinda raw and my bow hand is a little cramped……

Yes or No?

Harry Styles -  2608 words

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“Never in a million years I would’ve thought I would be this nervous for someone to meet my parents.” I breathe out, my free hand rubbing both of my temples with my pointer finger and thumb as I pace through my cramped living room. I hear a dry chuckle on the other end of the line, a sigh leaving my lips in response, small smile formed on my lips. I know he would think I was overreacting, but this was the first time ever I decided to bring any guy home. Except for Chase of course.

“Don’t worry. Harry is the biggest fucking charmer I have ever met. And you know I’m not easily impressed.” Chase breathes dreamily into the receiver. Yes, indeed. My gay best friend had a major crush on my boyfriend. In the beginning I thought it was hilarious because Chase would always fangirl like a maniac when I called him to tell about a date I had or whatever steamy stuff happened over the course of the night. But after a while, thankfully, Chase’s fangirling started to die down with only the occasional swoon or squeal leaving his lips.

“I know that, indeed. But my dad was very rude to you as well. And you’re not even my boyfriend.” I sigh out again in exasperation, the nerves already bubbling back up into my stomach as I clench my side in horror. Chase groans on the other side of the receiver, probably remembering what a dick my dad was when he thought Chase and I were dating.

When Chase doesn’t immediately answer, my mouth opens again and a ramble of words follows immediately. “What if my parents don’t approve of Harry? Or even worse, my little brother? If they don’t click I’m forced to dump Harry. Oh my god.” My eyes widen in realization and a gasp leaves my lips, my hand rubbing over my mouth as I think of all the bad things that could happen today.

“Damn girl chill the fuck out. When Mike doesn’t like him, doesn’t mean you have to dump him.” I can see Chase roll his eyes at me and I glare into the empty space, which I’m sure he already feels me doing as well. “Don’t do that.” I told you so, didn’t I?
“You know that you and Mike are the only people I actually respect an opinion of. If he gets weird vibes with Harry, I’m sure he’ll be right. Just like you were with Wade.” I shudder when I speak him name out loud, my only ever serious boyfriend before Harry. Which of course ended in drama, tears and ice cream.

“Y/n..” Chase starts but my attention is diverted elsewhere when I hear the familiar knock on my door. “Harry is here. What time is it?” I state, although it wasn’t a question for Chase to answer. I gasp again when I pull the phone from my ear and see the two one’s contracts to the black and white background of Harry and I. “Shit, We’ve been on the phone for an hour.”
“Better go open the door for your man then. It’ll be fine, Y/n. Don’t stress about it. Love you.” I hum in response and end the call just as my fingers curl around the door handle to reveal my, from what I can see, not so nervous boyfriend.

“Hi love.” Harry winks as he steps in and briefly kisses my right cheek before he passes me to hang his coat on the rack. “You look lovely. Ready to go?” Harry sweetly states as he turns around and gives me a once over, a sweet smile etched onto his lips while he leans on the small table next to my front door. “Almost, sorry, Chase called.. And I lost track of time.” I sheepishly grin as I turn towards the mirror in the hallway and start to comb my fingers through my hair, checking my make-up and my teeth all at the same time.

“Don’t be nervous.” Harry breathes as his arms wrap around my waist, his chest pressing into my shoulder blade while our eyes meet through the mirror. I let a deep breath leave my lips, almost instantly his touch calming me, closing my eyes and letting my body rest against his. “It’s good nerves, I promise,” I lie through my teeth, keeping my eyes closed so that Harry wouldn’t see right through me, “.. we should leave or we’ll be late and mum will throw a fit.”

The car ride over there is silent. Maybe Harry can sense the nerves racking through me and decided it wasn’t one of the times to crack his lame ass jokes. It’s only a half an hour drive, but it feels as if I’ve spent an eternity in this car by the time we drive through the narrow street where my parents live. “It was his fiftieth birthday, right?” Harry confirms his thoughts once again as I nod and wait for him to get something out of his trunk. When I see a large, gift wrapped package I gasp and quickly skid over to where my boyfriend is trying to close the trunk.

“I told you you shouldn’t have to buy anything. What did you do?” I breathe out, closing the trunk for him and walking in front of him towards the door. I glare at him as I press the bell, hear clattering from the other side of the house, indicating my mum had dropped something in the kitchen.
“You said your dad liked Belgian beer, so I got him a few bottles, ‘s all. It looks way bigger than that it cost, love.” Harry grins at my from aside the package as the front door swiftly flies open revealing my mum in her apron as she grins happily at me.

“Y/n! How I’ve missed you.” Her arms encircle me in a tight, motherly hug before wanting to give Harry a hand, only noticing now that his hands were extremely occupied. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry. Come in, come in!” She chirps and pulls Harry in by the arm, a soundless laughter leaving my lips as I follow in behind them. Harry sets the package down in the hallway and as soon as he is up straight again, my mum envelopes him in a bear hug just the same as I had received moments prior.
“I’m so glad to finally meet you, Harry. Welcome.” Harry laughs against her shoulder and when they retrieve, he reciprocates with the same kind words my mum had granted him with.

“Dinner is almost ready. Your father is in the living room, watching the game recaps.. Your brother, I don’t know. I think he is gaming again.” She grumbles as she wipes her hands on her apron, a nervous tic I know she sported and whenever my brother was gaming, which meant more than fourteen hours at a time, she was a nervous wreck all together. I motion my head towards a closed door, indicating Harry to follow me to meet my dad. As soon as I step through the threshold, my dad eyes flicker towards me before a giant smile graces his lips and he is on his feet in no time.

“Y/n, dear!” Dad chirps as his arms are thrown around me, the most love he ever showed with other people around. Normally, when I was still up when he came home from the bar with his friends, he’d hug me to death and tell me stupid dad jokes but never once hugging me when my mum or anyone else was near. I liked it like that. “Dad, I missed you.”
“Likewise.” He smiles as he pushes my frame away from his to gaze me up and down. “This must be the infamous Harry.” My dad glares briefly at Harry, but it turns quickly into a small smile.

“I’m sure you are too old for me to test you out. I just hope you take care of my girl or I’ll be forced to go dad on you. I’m Chris.” He sticks out his hand for Harry to take and now I see the nervousness grace Harry’s smile as he lets his hand slip in my dad’s. I roll my eyes at my father as they step away from each other again and my dad resumes his place in his sofa seat. Harry disappears from besides me without a trace and I furrow my eyebrows as he disappears, only to let a small ‘ah’ to leave my lips when he hauls the gift back in. “Mr. Y/L/N, Y/n and I brought you something.”

“You shouldn’t have, boy.” My dad rips the paper off of the box and when he peeks inside, his eyes light up like a child on Christmas Day. “Amazing. Thank you Harry, Y/n.” Dad winks at me, he knows I have nothing to do with this because normally I give him diverse beers with Christmas, only a few months ago. My dad pushes himself back on his feet to throw his arms around Harry’s shoulder and granting him with a brief man hug, my dad throwing a thumbs up my way over Harry’s shoulder.

“Y/n, go get your brother. The food is nearly done. Harry come sit.” My mum pats one of the chairs at the dining table and I nod towards Harry to go ahead as I slip through the door again and jog up the stairs. “Mike, food’s ready.” I grin as I peak my head into his room, seeing my brother laying on the unmade bed, controller in his hand as he stares mindlessly at the screen.
“Y/n? When did you get here?” He turns around as he pauses the game, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed as I step in fully, closing the door behind me.

“Only fifteen minutes ago. Harry is here.” I breathe, raising my pointer finger to my mouth as I nervous bite the edges around my nails, seeing my brother clean up his gaming stuff.
“Is he treating you okay?” Mike states, pushing his controller in a drawer before raising to his feet again and cocking his eyebrow while he awaits my answer. “Of course he does. You know I value your opinion a lot.”

“Yeah. I’m curious.” He grunts, pulling his jeans higher up his hips, the clothing too large for him but it was sort of the fashion of the sixteen year olds nowadays. “He means a lot to me, Mike.”
“You’ll receive your yes or no, depending on how douchy he is gonna be during lunch.” Mike chuckles and I roll my eyes as I let my arms curl around his neck, pulling my younger brother in for a hug. “You should stop stressing mum out like that, poor woman.” I breathe as I let go of him and now it’s his turn to roll his eyes at me. “She gets stressed out about everything, Y/n.”
“That is also true.” I laugh as we both descend the stairs, a warm feeling enveloping me by being back at my old home.

Lunch was rather uneventful, Mum and dad asking Harry the normal questions to get to know Harry, of course also bringing up the fame Harry has to deal with on a daily basis. He explains that most of the times the girls he is spotted with isn’t true to say the least, the girls only using him to get them to the top. He explains that it is hard to maintain a relationship with someone he desperately wants to keep out of that circuit, but he is really glad I am such an understanding girlfriend for his eminent troubles that hang around him.

“Your mum is a very lovely woman.” Harry grins as he hands me his dirty plate, dropping it into the sink as I continue washing the others. He grabs a nearby towel and starts assisting me, my heart swelling at the kindness the boy sometimes used to possess. “She really likes you.” I state, nodding my head to agree with Harry’s statement. “I have something to ask you.”
Harry suddenly turns seriously and I cock an eyebrow up as I turn towards him, seeing him sheepishly smile in my direction. “I know it isn’t the right place for me to ask this but..”

“Are you willing to move in together? With me?” I think my mouth actually falls open, and without thinking I cup his face with my suds covered hands, pressing my lips harshly but passionately to his. My tongue swipes over his bottom lip, deepening the kiss for just the tiniest bit until I hear a scrape of a throat behind me. I pull away reluctantly, turning my head to see my dad and my brother standing there with smirks granting their faces. “We eat in this room, Y/n.” Mike chuckles as he drops his plate in the sink and my dad takes one of the beers Harry brought him from the fridge.

I feel the deep red blush on my cheeks, turning back to Harry as soon as the two men that were once the only ones I my life are out of the room. “I think that meant a yes?” Harry nervously asks and I roll my eyes before I nod my head and I let my lips fall to his again, breaking away when I feel the suds on his cheeks. “Sorry about that.” I grin as I take the towel from his hands and wipe his cheeks with it, Harry’s grin never once breaking.

About one hour and a half later, it was time for us to leave if we wanted Harry to be on time for his meeting with the other lads. As soon as we’re out of my parents’ hugs, squeezing Mike once more in his cheek to aggravate him, my mum envelopes me in a hug again. “I heard what he asked you.” She simply states and when she lets go of my again, I see the small tears collecting in the corner of her eyes, a giant smile on her lips. I grin back, nodding my head as if to silently say that I agreed to the question and then we’re on our way and I’m the first one to speak, breaking the silence around us. “I think you can say that went rather well.”
“Your parents are very understanding people, Y/n.” Harry breathes, smile on his lips as his large hands lands on my thigh to give it a squeeze.

“I’m glad you think so. They mean a lot to me.” I breathe out all of the nerves, excruciatingly glad that this is over now. “What did Niall do last night by the way? I heard a few rumors fly around..” I grin towards my boyfriend, Harry’s eyes lighting up as he begins to babble about the stunt Niall pulled yesterday evening.

My phone rings in my pocket but I don’t give it any attention as I let Harry babble about something that had the words underwear and Niall in it. Yeah, maybe I wasn’t listening but I was just so glad that it went rather okay. I park the car, both of us getting out and climbing the stairs to my second floor flat. Harry’s phone rings obnoxiously loud through the deserted hallway, Harry giving me a look of apology when he says has to take this call. I shrug my shoulders and push through my front door, immediately grasping my own phone in my pocket, seeing my brother’s name flash the screen.
“Yes.”

Lots of love,
L. xox