love in waiting

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i don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence or fate or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something

You know, Cheritz really did a fabulous job with Mystic Messenger. I’ve never felt closer to a fictional universe before. It feels like I could be going about my life and get a call or text from an unrecognized number and it could be one of them. I’m not exactly sure how to describe my feelings towards the characters but I wouldn’t be surprised if one day one of them bled from the app into other areas of my phone. If the texts and emails and calls from the app one day just started appearing on my actual calling/messaging/email apps.

Things I’m looking forward to in 2B:
  • Magnus dancing.
  • Magnus and Alec fighting side by side.
  • Magnus’ dyed hair coming back. 
  • Alec protecting/being protective of Magnus.
  • Magnus’ childhood flashback/s.
  • Seeing the Seelie court and Idris (I suppose that was where they were filming for in 2x16).
  • Seeing Aline for the first time.
  • Ruelle is back with more awesome music.
After Zero

Just a little Kalluzeb I had to write after that damn fanalie. Spoilers for season 3. Also available on ao3


Kallus was still standing at the back of the Ghost when Zeb walked up to him.

“Hey Kallus, I was curious, if - ah - if anyone had looked you over…” Zeb trailed off while gesturing at Kallus’ face.

Kallus managed to hold back a wince as he gave a half smile. “No. It’s fine really. There are others that need the attention more than I do.”

Zeb rolled his eyes and his ear flicked, “Come on, I’ll patch ya up.”

Kallus hesitated for a moment, but the look Zeb threw over his shoulder was too much. He couldn’t refuse.

While walking to the small medbay they had on board, Kallus felt like everyone was staring at him. He felt so out of place, still in his ISB uniform.

Zeb gestured to a seat, while he grabbed some supplies. “This really isn’t necessary, Zeb. Honestly. I’ll be fine.”

“Shut it. You kept us from dying. Now sit still, this is probably going to sting.” Kallus pretended not to notice the smirk Zeb had while saying that last part.

Kallus winced, but didn’t move. Zeb’s hand was gentle on his chin, as he helped keep him steady.

“You know,” Zeb started after a moment, keeping an eye on what he was doing. “W really are all grateful for what you’ve done for us. You gave up everything just to help us, to help the entire rebellion. I - we want to thank you for doing that.”

Zeb still hadn’t attempted to make eye contact, and if Kallus was honest with himself, he was grateful for it.

Kallus wasn’t able to say anything for a few moments, trying to decide the right words. “It was the honorable thing to do.”

Zeb smiled as his ears perked forward. He took a step back as he wrapped one hand around the other, doing the small traditional bow.

After a moment Zeb placed one of his large hands on Kallus’ shoulder turning him around “C’mon Kal, let’s see if we can get you set up with some new clothes. I’m sure we’ve got something for you. These are a little outdated for you.”

Kallus gasped, he definitely landed on that shoulder at one point, “Fine, but if you hand me a one armed sweater, you are dropping me off at the next habitable planet.”

Zeb laughed heartily. Kallus was glad to have had the chance to hear it, and hoped he would hear it much more often.

I haven’t posted a picture in a while. So here’s one from the other day.

When you’ve been making something for almost a year and you get to the point where you’re like “yeah I’ll probably put this out there in a couple days” it just feels kind of like aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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