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LoS Part 1: Snippets from Tumblr

From tumblr:

1.  “Actually, it’s short for Maximum Lightwood,” said Magnus. “As in the most amount of Lightwood you can have.”

2.  Far below them the world spun by, a patchwork of summer-gold fields, green hills, and luminous, winding rivers of blue and green. It was beautiful, but Julian could not take his eyes off his brother. So this is the Wild Hunt, he thought. This freedom, this expanse, this ferocity of joy. For the first time, he understood how and why Mark’s choice to stay with his family might not be an easy one. For the first time he thought in wonder of how much his brother must love him after all, to consider giving up the sky for his sake.

3. And even odder, when Mark and Kieran had come into the library, Kieran had gone immediately over to Max and picked him up, delighted by his blue skin and his tiny horns.Max had stuck his hand into Kieran’s wavy hair and pulled. Kieran had just laughed. “That’s right, it changes color, little nixie-like warlock,” he said. “Look.” And his hair went from blue-black to blue in an instant. Max giggled.“I didn’t know you could do that on purpose,” said Mark, who had always thought of Kieran’s hair as a reflection of his moods, uncontrollable as the tides.“You don’t know a lot of things about me, Mark Blackthorn,” Kieran said, setting Max down.Alec and Magnus had exchanged a look at that, the sort of look that made Mark feel as if they had reached a silent and agreed-upon consensus …

4.  “You’re going to have to learn to live with it,” Jules said. “Even if it horrifies you, Emma. Even if it makes you sick. Just like I’m going to have to live with whatever other boyfriends you have, because we are forever no matter how, Emma, no matter what you want to call what we have, we will always be us.”

5. They threw their weapons down and hurled themselves toward the row of horses, one after the other — Livvy leapt at Julian, throwing her arms around his neck. Mark flung himself from his horse and landed to find himself being hugged tightly by Dru and Tavvy. Ty came more quietly, but with the same incandescent happiness on his face. He waited for Livvy to be done nearly strangling her brother and then stepped in to take Julian’s hands.And Julian, who Kit had always thought of as an almost frightening model of control and distance, grabbed his brother and yanked him close, his hands twisting in the back of Ty’s shirt. His eyes were shut, and Kit had to look away.He had never had anyone but his father, and he was sure beyond any words that his father had never loved him like that.

6. “Clary, what are you not telling me?”There was a long silence. Clary looked out toward the dark water, biting her lip. Finally, she spoke. “Jace asked me to marry him.”“Oh!” Emma had already begun opening her arms to hug the other girl when she caught sight of Clary’s expression. She froze. “What’s wrong?”

7. There was a long silence. Magnus sighed. “I have to hand it to you,” he said. “I never thought Jace and Clary would be topped by anyone else in terms of insane, self-destructive decisions, but you all are giving them a run for their money.”“I really had nothing to do with this,” Kieran pointed out stiffly.“I think you will find many poor decisions led you here, my friend,” Magnus said. “All right, you — all of you — wait here. And don’t do anything stupid.”He strode out of the room on long, black-clad legs, swearing under his breath.“He’s getting more and more like Gandalf,” said Emma, watching him go. “I mean, a hot, younger-looking Gandalf, but I keep expecting him to start stroking his long white beard and muttering darkly.

8. There was a commotion atop the pavilion, and a single blast from a horn shattered the murmuring quiet in the clearing. The gentry looked up. A tall figure had appeared beside the throne. He was all in white, salt-white, with a doublet of white silk and gauntlets of white bone. White horns curled from either side of his head, startling against the blackness of his hair. A gold band encircled his forehead.Cristina exhaled. “The King.”Emma could see his profile: it was beautiful. Clear, precise, clean like a drawing of something perfect. Emma couldn’t have described the shape of his eyes or cheekbones or the crook of his mouth, and she lacked Jules’ ability to paint it, but she knew it was uncanny and wonderful and that she would remember the face of the King of the Seelie Court for all of her life.He turned, bringing his face into full view. Emma heard Cristina gasp faintly. The King’s face was divided down the middle. The right side was the face of a handsome young man, luminous with youth and beauty. The left side was an inhuman mask, gray skin tight and leathery over bone, eyesocket empty and black, mottled with red scars.Kieran, bound to the tree, looked once at the monstrous face of his father and turned his head away, his chin dropping, tangled dark hair falling to hide his eyes.

9. When Emma came out into her bedroom, wearing sweatpants and a tank top and rubbing her hair dry with a green towel, she found Mark curled up at the foot of her bed, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland.He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms that Emma had bought for three dollars from a vendor on the side of the PCH. He was partial to them as being oddly close in their loose, light material to the sort of trousers he’d worn in Faerie.If it bothered him that they also had a pattern of green shamrocks embroidered with the words GET LUCKY on them, he didn’t show it. He sat up when Emma came in, scrubbing his hands through his hair, and smiled at her.Mark had a smile that could break your heart. It seemed to take up his whole face and brighten his eyes, firing the blue and gold from inside.“A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.Emma put her hands on her hips. “Don’t you forsooth me.”

10. “It can’t last,” Emma said, staring at him, because how could it, when they could never keep what they had? “It’ll break our hearts.”He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way out of his ribcage. “Break my heart,” he said. “Break it in pieces. I give you permission.”

11. “I have always needed you, Kieran,” Mark said. “I have needed you to live. I’ve always needed you so much, I never had a chance to think about whether we were good for each other or not.”Kieran sat up. “That is honest,” he said, finally. “I cannot fault you there.”

12. Cristina spread her hands apart in bewilderment, and winced. Mark’s expression turned to one of concern.“You’re not in pain?” he said.“No,” she said. “Are you?”“You’re near me,” he said. “There is no reason for me to hurt.”

13.  “I know.” Mark brushed his lips across her forehead. Cristina could feel his heart pounding. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll fix it.”

14.  Kieran sat up rather reluctantly. The waves of his hair had lightened to blue; he turned around, and leaned back against Mark, rather as if they were on horseback and Mark was behind.

15. Kieran shook his head. “I cannot do it,” he said.“Kier —“ Mark began angrily, but Kieran had his head down, like a beaten dog. His hair fell, sweat-tangled, into his face, and his shirt and the waist of his breeches were soaked in blood. “You’re bleeding again. I thought you said you were healing?”“I thought I was,” Kieran said softly. “Mark, leave me here —“A hand touched Mark’s shoulder. Cristina. She had put her knife away. She looked at him, levelly. “I’ll help you get him over the wall.”

16. “Not one of my best,” said Magnus, to Kieran. “I apologize — I’m not a big fan of your father’s.”“My father does not have fans.” Kieran leaned against the edge of the table. “He has subjects. And enemies.”“And sons.”“His sons are his enemies,” said Kieran, without inflection.

seunghoon; 3 am

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“You can’t just kiss me like that and tell me you don’t feel the same.”

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“I’m not picking your drunk ass up at three in the morning.” Seunghoon insists but he’s already out the door, dragging his shoes along with him as he sprints down towards his awaiting car.

“Where are you anyway?” The silence from your end bothered him and he half shouts, praying secretly that you’re not passed out drunk in the back alley of some bar downtown. You mumble something about cup noodles and 7/11 and he’s already speeding his way blindly to the place he knew so well.

In the midst of panic, nostalgia hits him because he can’t remember the last time he was there with you. A great chunk of his adolescent years were wasted hanging about the place aimlessly with you. From instant noodle eating challenges to chilli pepper penalties, or just to hear each other out about that math test you both failed over a shared tub of chocolate ice cream.

The white lights of the store blared his sight as he pushes the glass door open, eyes scampering the place for any sign of you. He spots you sitting alone by the corner seat, staring blankly at two cups of noodles that kept you company.

“Don’t be mad.” Is the first thing you utter when he nears the table, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans with a look less than entertained.

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from Lord of Shadows, illustrated by Cassandra Jean:

SNIPPET W/SPOILERS:

There was a commotion atop the pavilion, and a single blast from a horn shattered the murmuring quiet in the clearing. The gentry looked up. A tall figure had appeared beside the throne. He was all in white, salt-white, with a doublet of white silk and gauntlets of white bone. White horns curled from either side of his head, startling against the blackness of his hair. A gold band encircled his forehead.

Cristina exhaled. “The King.”

Emma could see his profile: it was beautiful. Clear, precise, clean like a drawing of something perfect. Emma couldn’t have described the shape of his eyes or cheekbones or the crook of his mouth, and she lacked Jules’ ability to paint it, but she knew it was uncanny and wonderful and that she would remember the face of the King of the Seelie Court for all of her life.

He turned, bringing his face into full view. Emma heard Cristina gasp faintly. The King’s face was divided down the middle. The right side was the face of a handsome young man, luminous with youth and beauty. The left side was an inhuman mask, gray skin tight and leathery over bone, eyesocket empty and black, mottled with red scars.

Kieran, bound to the tree, looked once at the monstrous face of his father and turned his head away, his chin dropping, tangled dark hair falling to hide his eyes.

@mcaesarclown​ continued from here 

Now this was something the Minister could enjoy; just watching Caesar writhe and wiggle with pain brought a relaxing sensation to him. His grin grew as he now heard quiet whimpers echoing through the now silent lab. He stepped closer towards Caesar’s body and dug the heel of his boot into his back, purposely adding more weight to his foot as he leaned closer. 

“There, there,” Perospero cooed sadistically, still keeping a tight pinch onto his heart. “It’ll be okay now. So long as you just listen to me, none of this will ever have to happen, kukukuku.” Somehow that sounded a lot more like the way his mother would talk to him or any of his other siblings had they done something out of her favor. It almost gave him a chill down his own spine at how eerily similar he sounded to her, but his grin remained in play and his heel continued to dig deeper down into the other’s back. 

“Let’s make a deal, hmm?” The Minister inquired as he placed the pistol back into his coat and moved his hand over the now shattered horn on Caesar’s head to touch it. “If you behave and not annoy me, I might fix this pathetic horn of yours. After all, once the wedding comes in I am sure Mama would love to see you there too and in tip-top condition. But if you don’t, I’ll gladly take the other along with your tongue. How does that sound, Caesar?” 

Day 414 of daily dragons. My oc Ru-Kuzsen in his unsealed form. He can’t maintain this form for very long due to grave injuries he received in battle over a millennia ago (before the beginning of the story) that he received from a cursed demon (the same injury that shattered his left horn)

the instruments and their noises
  • violins I: laaaaa aaaaa la la lal al ALlaaaaLAAAAAAA I'm centre of attention!! laaaAA
  • violins II: the same as violins I just not as LAAaAA
  • flutes: ftroot foooooooooooot ftoot
  • piccolo: *shattering windows*
  • french horns: solo time!! *BWAARRRRRRR RA BWA BWAB bwa bwAAAAA*
  • oboes: nasal infections
  • violas: indistinguishable from cellos and violins unfortunately
  • trumpets: BFWAAAAAAAAAAAA *shattering of ear drums*
  • trombones: a lower, more friendly trumpet
  • cellos: drunk LAAALa lA
  • bassoons: honkedy honkty hhhhhuonkkk
  • clarinet: hnnnnnng *sQUEAK*
  • timpani: brbrbrbrbrb DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN
  • bass clarinet: hhhhuuhhhhnnnh *SQUeak*
  • tuba: the brass equivalent of a timpani
  • harp: *glissandos n slides n angles*
  • english horn: an extremely congested nasal passage trying to sneeze
  • basses: the equivalent of a bass part in a gregorian chant
  • cymbals: CRASH CRAHS DOOSH DASH
  • xylophones: kinda like water dripping from a tap *dink dink dink dink*
  • triangles: *DIIHHHNGG DIIHNG*
  • bass drum: the cannon from the hunger games
  • piano: all of the above
Heat

Pairing: AH OT6
Word Count: 5173
Summary: The guys find out that some cats do indeed go through ‘heat’. RT Hybrid!AU featuring smut, all bottom!Michael and just… a lot of orgasms.

Notes: okay so tOTALLY BLAME/THANK CHU FOR THIS. she started it. also, there’s probably a shit load of typos, so if you see any, hit me up

WARNINGS: cat!Michael, smut, multiple orgasms, all bottom!Michael

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Do You Still Believe In One Another? || CLOSED

It had been a long time since Gabriel had followed his elder brother’s lead in falling from Heaven, but he could remember it like it was yesterday. Raphael taking the only happiness he’d felt since the First Fall, his rebellion, his wings scorched to uselessness, his horned halo shattering… Barely a day went by that he didn’t think about it. 

Samael didn’t deserve to die, and he’d only died to make a point. Years had passed since Gabriel found his revenge in killing Raphael, and he still didn’t feel as though he’d found justice. Lucifer aided in his ascension to the throne of Hell, where he comfortably ruled, answering only to Lucifer himself. 

He was taking a stroll through the cells of souls waiting to be tortured when he passed a faint light. A light that shouldn’t be there. The most impossible light that had ever graced Hell. Grace, in fact. 

He stopped and ran back to the source. A familiar face he never thought he would see again, and some demon decided to put him behind bars. He’d have to deal with that one later. 

“Sam?”

He flicked his wrist and the cell opened. He rushed over to his brother, desperately trying to find out if he was alright. 

“Sam, can you hear me?”

Fighting for Love (Part 3)

Warnings: language (again) and kinda smut (not descriptive and very poorly written… my first attempt, sorry)

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When I woke up the next morning, it was Steve at my bedside instead of Bucky.

“Hey, you’re finally up! How are you feelin’?” he said with a grin.

“Lots better, thanks, Steve.” I frowned, remembering the events of the last few days. When I had enlisted, they told me that I’d be receiving a letter that would tell me when I shipped out. I’d have some time before I shipped out… right? “Hey, Steve, would you mind gettin’ my mail for me?”

“Sure thing, Y/N” When he came back, he was holding a stack of envelopes… and a larger, official-looking envelope. “Y/N… Uh… What’s this?”

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