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foodsies4me · 6 months

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Okay now I’m fully invested in Magnus realising the trainees are to totally in love in love with him. Imagine the trainees defending Magnus’ honour in front of the whole Institute. Magnus blush in the back whilst Alec look on all proud and kinda smug too :)

Well, this sure sparked the muse back to life!

I am putting a line break because this got slightly long again. But here is a "the trainees take revenge on someone for being mean to Magnus" snippet, featuring a stabby Doris, a feral Clara, an Alec who threatens people off-camera, and Max the prankster, who is as always backed up by his three fellow pranksters.

Magnus hadn't paid the insult any mind. William Ashdown, had been the latest Clave envoy in a series of many to be sent to the New York Institute. He'd arrived with slicked-back hair and a sneering frown that Magnus was all too familiar with, looking like every other shadowhunter Magnus had met throughout the years. Magnus had been standing in the Operations Room when Ashdown arrived, checking the wards on Alexander's request after the ward had started to feel "weird". Ashdown's frown turned into a disgusted scowl the moment his eyes landed on Magnus. "Could we discuss this somewhere more private," he sneered, shooting a look at Magnus as he said this, "We wouldn't want to have any unsavory ears listen in." "I trust my shadowhunters," Alexander countered, his eyes turning steely, "-and considering they will be the ones most impacted, I think it's only fair they hear how the Clave has decided to handle Valentine's reappearance." "And the warlock? We can hardly trust one of them with this information," Ashdown sneered and that had been enough for Magnus to turn his focus back to that something his magic had crossed. He wasn't interested in hearing what else the man had to say and that spark of something felt.. drowsy. Tired and old and, dare he say it, strange. Magnus hadn't cared about Ashborne's opinion.

The trainees had been another story. A pained shriek had snapped Magnus out of his trance, eyes darting to the left where Alexander and Ashdown had been standing, only to see Ashborne pull his hand away from a scowling Clara with blood running down her chin. Before Magnus could wonder what had pushed Clara to bite someone, Ashdown raised his hand to try and strike her. Alexander had Ashborne's hand clenched into a death grip before the man was even done raising his hand. "You take back what you said about Magnus!" Doris screamed not a second later, drowning out whatever order Ashborne had given Alexander. She had stomped her way over to Ashborne, hair frizzy and eyes glaring daggers before she'd put herself in front of Clara with her steel practice sword clenched tightly in her hands, "And if you hurt Clara, I will stab you." Clara had only stuck her tongue before biting her teeth together to mimic biting Ashborne a second time. "Head Lightwood, I suggest you get your shadowhunters-in-training under control now," Ashborne hissed as he tried to pull his hand back, only for Alexander to tighten his grip. "And how do you suggest I do that, Mister Ashborne?" Alexander asked, cocking his head to the left and tightening his grip even further. It's when Ashborne's hand started to bend in a decidedly unnatural way that Magnus intervened. "Alexander, I'm sure Mister Ashborne didn't mean any insult," he cut in, placing his hand on Alexander's shoulders to try and calm him down before he snapped Ashborne's wrist, "Right?"

A quick flash of his magic - harmless but enough to make it visible - was all it took to have Ashborne take a stumbling step back and give him a quick affirmative nod. "Then say sorry," Doris had ordered from the same spot she'd been standing earlier, crossing her arms in defiance when Ashborne tried to brush past her. "Say sorry," she repeated, her words being echoed by all of the other trainees present in the room - William, Sarah, two scowling Rebeccas who were busy snapping the staffs in their hands into increasingly small pieces of wood, and a glaring Hideaki that had placed himself between Magnus and Ashborne. Max, who had been sitting closest to them along with Madzie, had been the only one missing from the trainees, though seeing Madzie's absence, Magnus didn't have to wonder where he'd disappeared off to. "Alright, my little beans, let's get calmed down and leave Alec and Mister Ashborne to their discussion, why don't we?" Magnus asked to try and remedy the situation, but the trainees weren't budging. "No," Hideaki whispered, tightening his hand on the straps of his backpack when the others turned their eyes toward him, "he was mean to you and to Madzie. You're our friend. We don't let people be mean to you." "Ki, is right!" Sarah growled. For the first time since Magnus met her, her entire body was still, knees bent and hands balled into fists as she assessed the threat in front of her. Somehow, it was that nearly unnatural stillness that was so unlike Sarah that made the emotions begin to well up in his throat. Ashborne didn't last another five minutes before he muttered an unconvincing apology that Magnus was quick to accept before the trainees decided it wasn't good enough. He then waved Alexander away, telling him to bring Ashborne to his office before Magnus was whisked away by his favorite shadowhunters-in-training. Doris hadn't hesitated before taking his hand in hers to drag him to the table the trainees had been sitting at where Steph had been ready to plop herself down on Magnus' lap. Aloysius, who had been fetched by a still irate Clara, had brought snacks and a cup of - truly terrible - coffee while the other trainees hovered around him in protective fury that threatened to spring tears to his eyes. Madzie came running back not long after Ariadne had joined them, offering Magnus a hug before asking him if he was okay. Max didn't return. The other three members of the fearsome foursome didn't make an appearance either. Not even when Alexander and Ashborne walked back into the Operations Room over an hour later, Ashborne looking far paler than when he'd left, did they show. All four terrors stayed carefully hidden until Ashborne's scheduled portal back to Idriss opened on the institute's doorsteps. Then, all four came running down the institute's pathway, talking among themselves as they tried to balance the different buckets filled with - was it tar? ichor? Magnus couldn't say for sure, but buckets full of something in their hands. All four of them "accidentally" tripped as soon as they were within reach of Ashborne. And all of them "accidentally" spilled the contents onto him right as he fell through the portal. The smile on Max's face when he turned to face him was innocence itself. "Oops?" The smile that followed, was anything but.

#Foodsies rambles #foodsies writes #Max the prankster mastermind strikes again #also they added one of the potions Magnus taught them to make in the mixture #it makes hair grow all over you #and colours your skin green #so Ashborne is stuck looking like the Grinch for the next two weeks #AWG #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #the trainees

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naughtygeek49 · 2 years

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Alec, drunk out of his mind: and y'know, I'm married to a prince so...

Jace: I hardly think being a prince of hell counts

Alec, extremely offended: OF COURSE IT DOES! How dare you say that it doesn't. I'm going to tell my Prince of hell husband that you just said that

#and then Alec wouldnt speak to him for like a week #not cause he was still mad but because principles #alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec #shadowhunters

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kasirose · 2 years

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My friend said Alec’s season 1 hair looked like peonies and this happened lol

#had to repost cause my internet was bad last week and I think it messed with my tumblr rip #Alec Lightwood #alec lightwood bane #Magnus Bane #malec #malec fanart #alec lightwood fanart #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fanart #shadowhunters tv #magnus probably gave him the flower crown lol #chibi #matthew daddario #harry shum jr #digital art #my art

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peupeugunn · 1 year

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magnus: mark the date, darling. may 18th at 4pm

alec: oh, we're well into october, love

magnus: wait, really?

#source: brooklyn 99 #alec and magnus are equally horrible at keeping track of the date #magnus because after centuries time becomes irrelevant #alec because shadowhunters have seven day work weeks and no concept of weekends or acceptable sleep schedules #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #the shadowhunter chronicles #incorrect shadowhunters quotes #incorrect tmi quotes #incorrect malec quotes #incorrect quotes #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec

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cam-ryt · 1 year

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Loving this drabble emoji game (and sending plenty of patience regarding ao3's waiting list)! 💪🏽 and/or 🩸 ? :)

Oh I love this one 👀

💪🏼 + 🩸 : Bridal carry + patching up a wound

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- M'gnus... Put me down...

Alec grumbles and wiggles weakly in the warlock's strong arms. He's alternating between states of unconsciousness and lucidity and Magnus has to pull a little bit more of his magic to keep him on the surface, while lowering his pain and trying to open a portal to carry him to a safer place.

That's a bit much all at the same time, even for him, especially when he has to stay calm and not freak out at the sight of Alec's clothes soaked in blood.

- Please stay awake for me, love. He whispers urgently, arms getting tired of carrying 90kg of muscles for so long.

His magic is running low at an alarming rate and he can feel the exhaustion starting to seep under his skin, shortening his breath and wetting his temples with sweat.

That was not supposed to happen.

They're on their honeymoon, two days after leaving New-York. Only two days of calm and rest before they're caught up again in the reality of their world.

Magnus was the one supposed to be dying right now, but Alec being the self-sacrificial little shit he was, he was the one who took the hit for him. Sharp Indonesian demon's claws ripping his abdomen apart.

- Baby...

Magnus is pulled out of his thoughts when Alec's bloody fingers brush his face, leaving red wet traces on his skin. His hand his so pale and cold, the warlock does his best not to freak out.

They're on the beach now, only a few meters away from the first sets of houses. Those demons hate water, at least they should be safe here.

- You're gonna be okay, Alexander. I'm going to take care of you. He says, his voice as steady as he can.

If he's being honest, it doesn't look good. But Alec doesn't have to know that.

When he's almost certain that they've put enough distance between the demon and them, he stops and kneels to lay Alec on the ground.

The sand is warmer than his husband's skin and Magnus eyes fill with tears at the realization.

- You're gonna be okay. He repeats, more for himself than anything else, while ripping off Alec's white shirt with trembling fingers.

It takes all he has to keep a straight face when he sees the wounds.

- That's... Bad. Alec mutters, his eyes trying so hard to focus on Magnus' beloved face but he can't. Everything's blurry, he's so tired and his body's so heavy.

- No. No no no, I'm going to heal you, darling. Magnus breathes around the lump in his throat. I got this.

He can't loose him only two days after their wedding. He can't loose him at all.

- Magnus...

The warlock tries to ignore him to focus on the little magic left in him, ready to be invocated. He knows he will probably pass out after this but if he manages to stay conscious until Alec is out of danger, it's worth the effort.

He starts to lift his hands to summon the magical energy into his palms when Alec grips his wrist.

- Magnus, listen to me...

Magnus clearly doesn't have the time to listen to him, but something in his husband's tone makes him take it anyway.

- Yes, love ?

- If I die...

- You're not gonna die ! Magnus retorts, but the single tear rolling down his cheek feels like despair.

- If I die, Alec repeats anyway, clearing his bloody throat as much as possible, I want you to know that none of this... None of this is your fault.

- Alec... Magnus' vision is blurry now and he hardly holds back a sob.

- I'm the happiest man, Magnus. Alec smiles weakly, there's blood on his lips but his eyes are bright with love. I just... I wanted to have kids with you. I'm sorry.

Magnus heart clenches painfully, and he grabs Alec's hands in his, crying silently.

- We're gonna have children, my love. I promise you. Now I need you to stay with me a little bit longer, okay ? Just a little bit more...

Alec hums almost happily and closes his eyes, his pale skin glowing under the moonlight. There's a pool of blood under his body, infiltrating the sand.

And Magnus draws on every last drop of his reserves to save the man he loves, keeping Alec's last words in mind to have something to hold on to.

Then, everything is black.

#i sorry that got completely out of hand #if I don't write angst once a week I die #thanks for the ask!#i hope you'll like it #malec #shadowhunters tv #magnus bane #shadowhunters #alexander lightwood #malec fanfic

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evilkaeya · 2 years

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malec getting married two months after meeting each other was such a lesbian move

#I know this bcz I'm a lesbian #malec #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #lesbians/wlws start dating and talk about having kids together the next week

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occasionally-good-authoring · 1 year

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there are ghosts in these walls (but you won’t ever see them)

@indigothemuse @squishmallow36 surprise, it’s jace!

tw: blood, referenced child abuse

He tore down the walls first. It was a spur of the moment decision, him, Alec, and Magnus stuck in Alicante for some reason Jace can’t remember for the life of him. It was five AM, they were all exhausted, and walking past Wayland Manor. Maybe it was the insanity that comes with dealing with the Clave. Maybe it was the onslaught of memories that left a bitter taste. Maybe it was a million different things and a million different reasons Jace can’t name, but he walked into that damn house anyway.

Dust covered every inch of the place, left undisturbed for years. He swears to god he can still taste the blood in the air. He stands in that entryway, front door hanging open. Something bubbles under his skin, itching and burning with memories. Alec and Magnus fall in place next to him. They don’t know what he’s going to do, but they’re waiting there anyway.

A million memories hang in just this hallway. Of violence and cruelty that no one deserves, let alone a child. Micheal’s—Valentine’s—blood wasn’t the only blood spilled in this hall. Valentine only bled when he wanted to. Jace bled when Valentine wanted him too. He clenches his hands into fists, stopping the memories. Jace’s eye look over the entry way, landing on the solid gold lamp, tall as Jace is. He used to think it giant when he was a child.

He doesn’t realize he’s grabbed it until it crashes into the wall. Right through the plaster—or is it wood? Drywall? Jace doesn’t know. He doesn’t even know what he’s doing—over and over again. Dust flies everywhere, painting tumble to the floor, denting the wood and breaking the frames. When the wall is nothing more than flimsy pieces hanging to the frames, he drops the lamp. The lightbulb is long broken, the shade a few feet away in tatters.

He’s panting, he notices halfheartedly. Alec walks next to him, placing a hand softly on his shoulder.

“Jace?”

He doesn’t need to ask anything else, a million questions sitting in his name alone. Are you okay? What do you need? Is there anything I can do?

“I’m making something of this place, Alec,” he says. The dust hasn’t settled yet. Jace won’t give it the chance to. “Something without him.”

Magnus steps past the pair of them, kneeling down to pick up a painting. It’s a good one, objectively, it probably cost a lot. Magnus tosses it back down to the floor. He looks back to Jace.

“Then we’ll come back later, with everything you need and a plan.”

…

They come back with everyone. Simon, Maia, Izzy, Clary, Raphael. They spend weeks destroying the house, tearing everything down. Except for the library. Jace refuses to step foot in the library. His fingers ache when he reaches for the door handle. He should let them open the door, but the piano reeks of memories. Blood may still be on the keys.

Now, it’s midnight. Everyone long gone besides Simon and Maia. The library is the only place left to tear down. The bones of the house are the only thing left, the only walls still up. It’s a warm night, the stars looking down on them. Jace stands in what used to be the hallway to the library. It’s only wood now. No more walls left up except for the ones in front of him.

“Hey, Sunshine, it’s getting late,” Simon says softly. Jace didn’t even notice he was there. He’s to Jace’s left. Maia is on his right.

“Or early,” Maia says.

Jace takes a disastrous step towards the library door. His fingers begin to ache again. Simon and Maia take it with him, Maia intertwining her fingers with his. The ache doesn’t lessen, but Maia and Simon make it easier to bear. Jace reaches for the doorknob, fingers shaking with an phantom ache. Simon and Maia wait for him to open the door.

The door swings open. Jace nearly chokes on the dust the falls out. The smell of blood slips out of the dark room, whether or not it’s truly there, Jace doesn’t know. Maia squeezes his hand, Simon presses his shoulder against Jace’s. He takes a shaky breath and stares into the dark room. The ghostly shape of the piano stares back at him. The books he was never allowed to read unless he was told to laugh at him.

He steps inside slowly. Simon and Maia follow him. The dust collects in his lungs. Maia rubs circles on Jace’s hand with her thumb. There’s blood on the piano keys. Jace can feel his breathing get quicker, shallower. Simon wraps his arm around Jace’s waist and starts to hum, one of the songs he wrote for Jace and Maia, just like he always does. Jace focuses on it, on Maia’s hand, Simon’s arm.

He lets it pulls him back. The piano keys are white, the dust can be cleaned, the books can be read. This library is Jace’s now, not Valentine’s.

“We keep this room,” he says. His voice is shaking just a little bit, but it will never be small again in this house. Valentine isn’t here. He doesn’t have to ever be small in Wayland Manor again.

“Are you sure, lovely?” Simon asks.

“Yeah.”

Jace stares at the piano, feeling the break of his fingers. He can see himself at that bench, nine years old with broken fingers. He can see Valentine holding Jace’s only remaining finger in his hand while a nine year old tries not to cry out as it breaks. Then, with broken bones, he sees himself start La Campanella again.

“I know what to make of this house,” he says.

…

When the new walls go up, Jace paints them a million different colors. Sky blue, emerald, pink, lilac. Clary decorates them, flowers and clouds and sunsets. Magnus and Alec help him paint the outside, a nice soft yellow that Valentine would’ve hated. But it isn’t his house anymore. Hell, it never was. It was Michael Wayland’s and now it’s Jace’s.

Now, it’ll be a place of solace. A place where when a child sits down at the piano, their fingers won’t be broken for a wrong note. They’ll be corrected softly and encouraged. No more children will be broken down in Wayland Manor.

No more children like Jace will be within those colorful walls. For weeks, Jace ends the day with yellow paint up to his elbows. The Manor is covered in a month. Simon and Maia are the ones to hold him when he cries. And for once, tears in Wayland Manor are happy.

They build all the furniture by hand. And when the attic is done, a simple bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen Jace stays there. It’s odd, living in the Manor again. He makes dinner for him, Simon, and Maia in a blur. The walls still smell like new paint.

He doesn’t fall out of it until he’s in bed with them. Simon and Maia have stuck him in the middle of their bed, Simon’s head on Jace’s chest, Maia’s leg wrapped around his.

“How’re you doing, Sunshine?” Simon asks.

Jace stares up at the ceiling. “I feel like I’m dreaming. For so long, this house was a nightmare. It was full of memories I didn’t want to have, things I didn’t want to experience. But it’s mine now. It doesn’t seem real yet.”

Maia props herself up on her elbows. She leans down and kisses Jace softly. “That seem real, Pretty Boy?” she asks with a smile.

“It does.”

Maia kisses Simon’s forehead and drops back onto her stomach.

“I love you both,” he says softly. It might just be the first time those words have been spoken in this house in Jace’s lifetime. He really has made something new here, hasn’t he?

“I love you too, Sunshine.”

“Love you too, Herondale.”

And when he wakes up in the middle of the night, sweating and panicked, they wake up with him. Maia and Simon hold him when they make sure he’s okay with it. The panic of openly crying in Wayland Manor never truly leaves Jace, not yet, but it’s faded.

It’s faded and there’s something new here. Something without Valentine.

…

When the children arrive, Jace makes Simon and Maia promise him something.

“If I ever hurt any of them, make me leave and never let me come back in.”

“You won’t, Jace,” Maia says. Two children, a pixie, Lizabet, and a Shadowhunter, Marie, play together in the garden, the three of them on the porch.

“Promise me. Please. I—I don’t—I need this, please,” he says quietly. The children are laughing, Lizabet tackling Marie. Simon intertwines his fingers with Jace’s.

“I promise, Jace. And I promise we won’t need this promise,” he says.

And they never do. Children come and go, Jace throwing himself into being what he never had. He holds them when they cry. He reads them the books he was never allowed to touch. And when they want to learn piano, he teaches them gently.

It’s love. It’s love when he teaches them La Campanella. It’s healing, when he comforts them, when he builds the playset in the backyard, when he loves them with everything he has. Valentine’s fingers may ghost on his in that library, and he may still see blood on the piano; but these children never will.

There’s something new in Wayland Manor now, and Jace’s fingers don’t break.

#i had an idea. i ignored it for two weeks. then i wrote this.#no regrets whatsoever #tmi #jace herondale #simon lewis #maia roberts #jaiamon #jimon #saia #alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec #clary fray #the mortal instruments #shadowhunters

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carelessflower · 4 months

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“You know–” With a sigh, the gun found its way, moving from his eyes to the shape of his cheekbone. “I’d hate to die for such a small mistake. Don’t you agree?” There was a familiar glint in those smoldering eyes.

They had done this dance countless times before, where every rhythm slipped in as natural as breathing. Two leaders faced, one lost, leaving the other begging for mercy, for anything they could do in exchange for their life. There was always a way, of course.

-Week 1 of Problemalec, prompt ex & mafia. Check the tag before you read it here.

tag list: @magnus-the-maqnificent @literallytypogod @ukisteria @wildesummerchild @sociallyineptbibliophile @queenlilith43 @khaleesiofalicante @wandererbyheart @raziyekroos @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @alexandergideonslightwood @andrwminward @noah-herondale-lightwood @elettralightwood @dustandducks @deliciousdetectivestranger @delightfullyterrible @letsgofortacos @kita-no @mxtthew-fxirchild-apologist @thelightofthebane @secrettryst @pocketoffeels @cityofdownwardspirals @stupidfuckindinosaur @i-have-not-slept @rinadragomir @potato-jem @kasper-tag @animalecfest

#malec #problemalec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #shadowhunters #tmi #tsc #the mortal instruments #the shadowhunter chronicles #week 1 prompt: ex & mafia #cw: guns #cw: mafia #my ao3 dashboard should be in a museum #my fics #anh writes stuff

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chibi-tsukiko · 10 months

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Pull Me In ☺️

Alec Lightwood & Magnus Bane

We kicked off the first week of PRIDE month with Malec, so it only feels right that we close with them 🥰

This is an old wip I decided to finish since I’ve have some personal stuff that’s taking a lot of my free time right now.

I hope you like it 🩷

Characters owned by @cassandraclare

Tag list : @littleturtle95 @zfoxdraws @bookworm-jedi @magnus-the-maqnificent @beclynn-herondale @khaleesiofalicante @my-archerboy @youngreckless @thomaslightwood @runecarstairs @high-warlock-of-brooklyn @panicatwallmaria @banesbitch @alexandergideonslightwood @livvyheronstairs @ofsandstonebodies @la-lune-chaotique @starlight-in-my-eyes @tamaraheartz @anarchistbitch @iightwoodbane @icycoolslushie @zemiraa @raziyekroos @radisv @alexander-gideon-lightwood-babe @elettralightwood @literallytypogod @axoloteca @queenlilith43 @astriefer @thomastaircompassrose @all-for-the-fanfiction @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone @ipreferfictionoverreality

#malec #my art #magnus bane #alec lightwood #tsc #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #emsart

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mlmshipbracket · 4 months

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Fourth MLM Ship Bracket Propaganda Submissions

Below you will find all of the submitted and approved ships for the Fourth MLM Ship Bracket Tournament along with the form to submit further propaganda at the bottom

This is another opportunity to submit propaganda for your favorite ships. Wether you were unable to submit propaganda for them in the initial form or you spot your favorite ship who has no propaganda submitted. Ships with a strikethrough have propaganda submitted, I will continue to update this post as propaganda is submitted. I will accept further propaganda for ships with already submitted propaganda but please prioritize those with out.

The goal is to have propaganda for all ships but I understand that may not be possible. Therefore I will be leaving the form open for a few weeks to see if we receive propaganda for at least half the ships.

Note: Please reach out to me if you spot any mistakes in character or fandom names, even if it is only formatting or spelling issues.

Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)

Kyojuro Rengoku/Akaza (Demon Slayer)

Mikhail”Misha” [Heavy]/Dr. Ludwig [Medic] (Team Fortress 2)

Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas (Homestuck)

Chu Shuzhi/Guo Changcheng (Guardian, 2018)

Oliver Marks/James Farrow (If We Were Villains)

David Starsky/Kenneth "Hutch" Hutchinson (Starsky & Hutch)

Tinn/Gun (My School President)

Loki Odinson/Mobius M. Mobius (Loki)

Jaime Reyes/Bart Allen (DC Comics)

Levi Schmitt/Nico Kim (Grey's Anatomy)

Ren Amamiya or Akira Kurusu/Goro Akechi (Persona 5)

Wallace Price/ Hugo Freeman (Under the Whispering Door)

Daffy Duck/Bugs Bunny (Looney Toons)

Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan (Guardian, 2018)

Isak Valtersen/Even Bech Næsheim (SKAM)

Henry "Monty" Montague/Percy Newton (Montague Siblings)

Nico di Angelo/Will Solace (Camp Half-Blood Chronicles)

Argos/Mr. Plant (The World of Mr. Plant)

Richard St Vier/Alec Campion (Swordspoint Universe)

Klaus Hargreeves/Dave Katz (The Umbrella Academy)

Woody/Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)

Victor Lawson/Hap (In the Lives of Puppets

Charlie/Babe (Pit Babe The Series)

Fred/Shaggy (Scooby-Doo)

Simon Snow/Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Grimm-Pitch (Carry On)

Gaius Octavius/Jedediah Smith (Night at the Museum)

Sound/Win (My School President)

Pat/Pran (Bad Buddy)

Mike Wazowski/James "Sulley" P. Sullivan (Monsters, Inc.)

Nicholas “Nick” Bell/ Seth Gray (The Extraordinaries)

Evan 'Buck' Buckley/Edmundo 'Eddie' Diaz (9-1-1)

Sean/White (Not Me: The Series)

Vegas Theerapanyakun/Pete Saengtham (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Runaan/Ethari (The Dragon Prince)

Larry Daley/Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)

Tintin/Captain Archibald Haddock (Tintin comics)

Bai Lang/Jin Xun An (My Tooth Your Love)

Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin (The Man from U.N.C.L.E)

Wario/Waluigi (Mario franchise)

Peter Parker/Miguel O'Hará (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse)

Steve Rogers/Anthony "Tony" Stark (Marvel Comics)

Dave Miller/Jack "Old sport" Kennedy (Dayshift at Freddy's)

Boston/Nick (Only Friends)

Kinn Theerapanyakun/Porsche Kittisawasd (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Craig Cuttlefish/Octavio Takowasa (Splatoon)

Tulio/Miguel (The Road to El Dorado)

Sun Wukong/Neptune Vasilias (RWBY)

Zachary Ezra Rawlins/Dorian (The Starless Sea)

Fox Mulder/Alex Krycek (The X-Files)

Thomas/Newt (The Maze Runner)

Fulgrim/Ferrus Manus (Warhammer 40k)

Kim Theerapanyakun/Porchay Kittisawasd (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane (The Mortal Instruments)

Tan/Bun (Manner of Death)

Qrow Branwen/Clover Ebi (RWBY)

Rhy Maresh/Alucard Emery (Shades of Magic)

Yashiro Isana/Kuroh Yatogami (K Project)

Jaskier/Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Dustfinger/Mortimer "Mo" Folchart (Inkworld series)

Brandon/Sky (Winx Club)

Phineas Taylor “P. T.” Barnum/Phillip Carlyle (The Greatest Showman)

Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe (Bodies TV Show)

Baal/Inanna (The Wicked + the Divine)

Timothy "Tim" Drake/Bernard Dowd (DC Comics)

Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun Stampede)

Anthony Lockwood/Quill Kipps (Lockwood and Co)

Henry Winter/Francis Abernathy (The Secret History)

Crowley/Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Dainix/Falst (Aurora Comic)

Prince Rupert/Prince Amir (The Two Princes)

Finn/Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Jean Luc Picard/Q (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Will Stronghold/Warren Peace (Sky High)

Heart/Li Ming (Moonlight Chicken)

Wallace Wells/Todd Ingram (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

Sunai/Veyadi Lut (The Archive Undying)

Linus Baker/Arthur Parnassus (The House in the Cerulean Sea)

Aaron Slaughter/Jace Boucher (House of Slaughter)

Hercule Poirot/Captain Arthur Hastings (Hercule Poirot)

Phaya/Tharn (The Sign)

Hercules/Iolaus (Hercules: The Legendary Journeys)

Todd/Black (Not Me: The Series)

Julio "Rictor" Esteban Richter/Shatterstar (Marvel Comics)

Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu (Word of Honor)

Siffrin/Isabeau (In Stars and time)

Kendall Knight/Logan Mitchell (Big Time Rush TV Show)

Yuichiro Hiyakuya/Mikaela Hyakuya (Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End)

Palm/Nuengdiao (Never Let Me Go)

Khatha/Dome (Midnight Museum)

Asterix/Obelix (Asterix Comics)

Bowser/Luigi (Mario Franchise)

Lucien "Luc" O'Donnell/Oliver Blackwood (London Calling)

Kazuki Kurusu/Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies)

Benjamin “Ben” Tennyson/Kevin Ethan Levin (Ben 10: Alien Force)

Lumière/Cogsworth (Beauty and the Beast)

Damian Wayne/Jon Kent (DC Comics)

Spy/Dell Conagher [Engineer] (Team Fortress 2)

Shanks/Buggy (One Piece)

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Ecks (Six of Crows)

Harold Finch/John Reese (Person of Interest)

Ulrich Stern/Odd Della Robbia (Code Lyoko)

Vincent Freeman/Jerome Morrow (Gattaca)

Eustass Kid/Killer (One Piece)

Christopher Hitchcock/Jalil Sherman (Everworld)

Frodo Baggins/Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves)

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angelst4re · 2 years

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Jace wayland smut

so... i came up with the idea for this whilst listening to weeknd and i just think it's been one of my best ones so far... i hope you like it!! <3

Professional- Jace Wayland/ Herondale/ Lightwood x Stripper!Reader

summary: you and jace dated in the past but broke up as he was moving away, after years, you reunite at the strip club you work at...

warning: NSFW!! smut, oral (m receiving!)

note: jace <3333 also, can i just say i'm still not ever this photo, it has taken over my brain all over again. ALSO, i'm thinking of writing a part 2 to this where he *repays* reader so let me know if you'd like that!! :)

Jace Wayland was a name you would never forget. Although the two of you were only young he had given you memories to last a lifetime. Neither of you wanted to break up, but he was moving away. It was for the best. You both knew that the long distance wouldn’t work out and he wanted to put your happiness first.

However, that was not the case. It had been 6 years and you still thought about him almost every day, every time you saw a motorbike or a mango or a duck, your first thought would be Jace. You had tried to move on, start new relationships and situationships, but nothing would ever last longer than a couple weeks. You constantly craved male validation now Jace had gone and you couldn’t hold down a relationship, so you turned to the strip club.

Jace knew he would also never move on from the relationship the two of you had. He had tried, though. He experimented with relationships, went on a few dates, then turned to sleeping around. However, that all stopped when Clary turned up at the Institute. This time he had managed to trick his brain into loving her, he knew it was the best he could do now that you weren’t around.

He was so dedicated to loving Clary, taking his mind off of you, that he had even proposed to her. He knew that way he would be tied to her, and no longer tied to you.

Magnus Bane was adamant about organising Jace’s stag party. He wanted to do as much as he could to make Jace feel uncomfortable, just so he and Alec could laugh about it before going in to rescue him. This resulted in a visit to the strip club.

As the 25 year old Jace Herondale walked through the door, you immediately decided your brain was playing tricks on you. There was no way he could be here. The last time you had seen him, he was 19, you were 18, and boy had he aged wonderfully. His face was more defined, his jawline sharp enough to cut. His golden hair remained the same, but there was a new addition- more runes and a few tattoos.

After you finally decided your mind was no longer messing with you, you went to fix your makeup, deciding that you were going to be the one to see to him tonight, and if anyone else tried, it would result in a stiletto to the eye.

“Jace Wayland,” you smirked, your long legs carrying you towards him, the 7 inch heels tapping against the floor as you walked. Tonight you wore a black skin-tight dress, what was underneath was to be revealed later. “What are you doing here?”

One of the men he was with began to grin, his cat-like eyes widening in amusement as he patted Jace on the back.

“Don’t tell me you’re a regular!” Magnus laughed, but Jace’s face showed no sign of amusement.

“It’s Herondale now, actually.” Jace had corrected you, “what are you doing here?”

“I work here, darling.” You smiled, looking at him through your lashes, “now, would you like a dance?”

“He would!” The other man he was with spoke, his dazzling blue eyes were playful as he grinned at Jace. “It’s his stag night, we thought he-”

“You’re getting married? Wow, who’s the lucky person?” You faked a big smile, your words sounded a lot harsher than they should have.

“That doesn’t matter.” Jace dismissed your question, “let’s get this over and done with, then.”

You had led Jace back to one of the private rooms, sitting him on the chair as you began to take your hair out of it’s ponytail, letting it fall to your shoulders.

“I still can’t believe you’re working here.” Jace said after a few moments of silence, “what happened?”

“My parents kicked me out when I told them I didn’t want to be like them anymore. I needed a place to stay and a way to make money, and… well, I like the way they look at me.” You said, cringing at how vulnerable you sounded, yet you made your way over to Jace. He spread his legs out, pulling you down on top of him.

“Darling, I hate the thought of anyone else seeing your body. Please, you can’t stay here.” He said, placing his hands on your waist.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Wayland.” You smirked, tracing your hands down your chest, moving to the sound of the music. “I’m a big girl now.”

Jace didn’t correct you on his name, instead his hands rubbed down your back, resting just above your ass. He smirked seeing how flustered you had become under his touch.

“Is this how they touch you?” He asked.

“Usually, I don’t allow them to touch me,” you smirked, flipping your hair over your shoulder before bending down to whisper in his ear, “but I can make an exception for you.”

The two of you knew you had unfinished business, maybe one night together would be the closure you both needed, or maybe it would leave you feeling even more empty- either way, you both knew what you wanted.

You placed a delicate kiss just under his ear, moving your hips to the music that played. He groaned, his hands coming back up to your waist to slow your pace.

“Darling,” he whispered, “if you carry on like this you know where it’s going to lead to.”

“I know… maybe I want it to lead to that.” You grinned, ripping yourself out of his arms and standing up, reaching behind you to unzip your dress. “I’ve missed you, Wayland.”

Once again, Jace didn’t correct you. His attention was elsewhere.

“Maybe I’ve missed you too.” He grins, shifting about in his seat, “now get over here.”

You do as he says, and he spins you around so your back is to him. He leaned forwards, placing one hand on your hip as the other came up to the zip of your dress. As he slowly dragged it down, exposing your back, goosebumps rose on your skin. He was always so gentle with you.

He softly traces his finger over a long scar on your back, you had gotten this in your first fight. Jace wasn’t there to protect you, you had gotten into an argument and Jace being Jace, hadn’t answered any of your calls. He had never forgiven himself for it.

He kissed the scar before turning you back around to face him. You dropped your dress to the ground, revealing the intense lingerie set you had been wearing. Jace immediately bit down on his lip, he couldn’t help the jealousy that had consumed him as he thought about you wearing this for many people to see.

He still remembered the way your body felt under his, the way you would moan into his kisses, the way your legs would wrap around his waist when you begged for him to go faster.

Noticing the bulge in his jeans, you smiled and placed your hands on his thighs, dropping to your knees.

The room suddenly got hotter and the air was thick. You looked up at Jace through your lashes with lust-filled eyes, he looked down at you, his lips slightly parted as his chest heaved. He leaned down, placing a finger under your chin as he crashed his lips into yours. He always felt like heaven.

As the kiss began to get more heated, your hands fumbled around with his belt. When it was off, you now worked to unbutton his jeans. Your mouth was almost watering at the thought of tasting him again, feeling him.

When his jeans were unbuttoned, you pulled them down his thighs along with his boxers, his aching cock was already leaking precum. You swiped your finger over the top as you pulled away from his lips, slipping your finger into your mouth instead. He groaned at your actions, kissing your forehead before leaning back, spreading his legs out further.

“You sure you wanna do this?” He asked, his voice dropped a few octaves, utterly consumed by lust. His fingers combed through your hair as you looked up at him.

“Yes.” You stated bluntly, wrapping your hand around his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned as you began pumping his hand.

You pressed a wet kiss to the tip of his dick before wrapping your lips around it, sucking on him like it was the last thing you would ever do. You couldn’t help but press your thighs together when he threw his head back, running a hand through his hair.

You were determined to make this the best orgasm he’s had since leaving you, wanting to leave him begging for more. You hollowed your cheeks as you took him further down your throat, your hand working at the base. You placed your other hand on his bare thigh and felt him bucking his hips in time with your actions.

The sounds he would make were music to your ears. His hand came down to push your hair away from your face, holding it in a makeshift ponytail before involuntarily thrusting his hips again, forcing you to take all of him into your mouth. Despite your best attempts to hold it back, you couldn’t help but gag as you felt it hit the back of your throat. He immediately apologised, but you didn’t care. It was clear he was enjoying this, so you did it again, allowing him to fuck your throat.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, using his other hand to wipe away a tear that had slid down your cheek, “you’re so- so good… I’m not gonna last much longer, angel.”

His words only encouraged you further. Needing to feel him finish in your mouth, you worked faster, bobbing your head and sucking harder. Your teeth accidentally grazed a vein on his cock and that’s when you felt him twitch inside your mouth. He pushed your head down so your nose was pressed into his pelvis as he came down your throat with a loud groan.

As you swallowed it all, you pushed yourself up with the hand on his thigh and looked down at him, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his head thrown back, you were ready to climb on his lap.

Then there was a knock on the door.

“Hey, y/n, it’s been 15 minutes now. I need to use this room soon.” A girl you guessed to be Lillian called from the other side of the door.

You frowned, forgetting you were actually at work and if anyone found out you had sucked off a ‘customer’ you would probably lose your job.

“Okay, we’re done now, anyway.” You shouted back, desperately trying to get your dress back on.

As you reached behind to zip it up, you were met with Jace’s hands. He zipped your dress back up for you and kissed your shoulder.

“Since I now have a favour to repay…” he whispered, handing you his phone to type your number in.

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bonniebird · 8 months

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Isabelle Lightwood x Fem!Reader

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Request: Anonymous asked: Could I please have an imagine where the reader is the younger half-sister (warlock) of Magnus Bane and when she meets Isabelle Lightwood she is obviously smitten (as is Isabelle). Alec and Magnus then try to play matchmaker for their sisters?

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“Hurry!” Izzy yelled and turned around. Grabbing your hand she pulled you up a ledge and away from the demon that was chasing you. Jace emerged from the shadows and cornered it while Magnus came from another direction. Once it was dealt with, Izzy led the way out of the building and up onto the rooftops.

You stumbled out of the building and took a deep breath as you followed her. The tops of the buildings caught the wind and it allowed you to slowly take in cold air and calm yourself. “Not used to this kind of fun?” “Fun!” You snapped and looked at Izzy who winked at you. Clearing your throat you recovered yourself and gave a flirty smile. “I have more fun to attend to elsewhere.” Snapping your fingers you vanished. Izzy smiled to herself until she spotted Magnus watching her. Turning away she started to walk off not liking the knowing look that your brother was giving her. “I think it’s time for a push.” Magnus said. Alec groaned and glanced at Magnus who was watching Jace hurry after Izzy. “No. Don’t push them. It’ll just make Izzy difficult.” Alec pleaded. Magnus smiled as he vanished the same way you had and was gone from view. Alec groaned knowing that the next few weeks were going to be rather dramatic. At least on his sister's part.

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“What are we going to do?” Magnus said. You had been walking through Pandemonium looking for something to do as you sipped a colourful drink in your hand. “Do about what?” You asked and he smiled. “Your infatuation with the shadowhunter." He started to walk away and you quickly followed him. "What are you talking about?" You asked sharply and frowned at him. "I see it all you know. The sly glances, the way you smile to yourself and the lack of lovers all of a sudden. It's pretty obvious. Just because they miss the signs doesn't mean that I do." He was satisfied with what he said until you shrugged dismissively. Deciding that it wouldn't do to just push you towards Izzy, Magnus left you alone for the rest of the evening. He called Alex early the next day and welcomed him into his living room. "What're you planning, Magnus?" He asked when he saw the look on the warlock's face. "Why must everyone insist I am always up to something?" Magnus grumbled. "Well. Are you?" Alec asked. He smiled when Magnus' face fell. "Yes. But that's beside the point. What are we going to do about our respective sisters?" Magnus asked. Alec stared at him for a moment and huffed. “Nothing. I’m not going to get in between the two of them.” Alec said quickly. Magnus chuckled and gestured for Alec to sit with him. “They won't like us meddling.” “Who says they have to know?” Magnus asked and produced a small bottle of silvery blue liquid from thin air. “I’m not using any kind of potion or magic.” Alec said reluctantly. “All it is is a truth potion. One drop each and for the next few seconds, they will be helpless to say anything other than what they truly want to say. We could even make sure that it’s just the two of them together.” Magnus offered. Alec stared at the bottle. All his sister talked about was you. Which was fine at first but frankly he had begun to wonder if he had ever been so infuriating when he used to talk about Jace, before meeting Magnus. “Fine. But only if it’s just the two of them alone. I won't let them be humiliated.” Alec said. He pointed a finger at Magnus and found, deep down, he assumed Magnus wouldn’t mind embarrassing you a little. They put the plan into motion at the weekend. Inviting you over for dinner and hoping that the two of you might happen to confess your feelings before they got the potion part of the plan. “They’re just awkwardly looking at each other over the table.” Alec whispered loudly to Magnus who tutted and joined him at the kitchen door, peeking through and watching the pair of you. “Oh. they are.” He muttered. Alec frowned and glanced at Magnus. “Did you think I was joking?” Alec asked and Magnus pulled him away when Izzy spotted the pair of them watching. “No. I was just hoping there was something telepathic going on but nothing. We have no choice but the potion.” Magnus said as he headed over to the drinks he’d been making. Alec helped him measure out the drops into the drinks. “Thirty seconds. That’s all and it wears off. Any longer than that and I feel rude.” “Rude doesn’t quite describe it.” Alec said mostly to himself and followed Magnus out with their drinks. The two of you happily took them and drank while talking. You started to feel strangely warm and relaxed. When you realised what Magnus had done it was too late to do anything about it. “I was wondering how you felt about Izzy.” Magnus said before you could argue with him and waste the time you had under the effects of the drink. “I-I like her.” You said before you could think of a way to stop your body from betraying you. You glared at your brother while Izzy’s eyes widened. “Oh good because I like you too.” Izzy said quickly. The potion wore off before anyone else could say anything. “I. Don’t know what just happened.” Izzy said. Then she started to look upset and stormed off. Alec hurried after her. “That was a cruel thing to do!” You snapped at Magnus. He gestured as if he agreed and then shrugged. “Perhaps. But these mortals don’t live long and you might as well have a great love instead of pining and moping around here. You bring the mood down.” Magnus said quickly. He knew it would make you angry and that you’d go after Izzy.

“Why would you do that to me Alec?” Izzy asked. He sighed and scratched at his chin nervously as she hurried to the door. “I just wanted to help.” He said lamely. She turned back, planning on yelling but saw you behind him. “Help.” You said coldly. Alec jumped and turned, looking guilty and then retreated back into the apartment. You stayed with Izzy who was rooted to the spot. “Perhaps we should start over. Without a spell.” You offered. Izzy nodded and smiled. “I do like you.” she said with a flirty smile. “I like you too.” You answered. “We gathered that!” Magnus yelled from inside. “Why don’t we go somewhere without these two?” You offered and Izzy agreed, happily following you out into the street. “I hope them being mad at us was worth it.” Alec said once you’d both left. Magnus tutted and sipped his drink. “(Y/N) only holds grudges for a few hundred years, we’ll be fine.” He said casually. Alec gave him a withering look before nursing his own drink.

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 month

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Okay, so I got NO work and No writing done today. The weather was too cozy so I just drank lots of tea and listened to music hehe.

So, instead of an LMCH or LBAF update, you get a glimpse into the Lightwood-Bane family in the RWRB AU. I'm so excited for you to all to meet them next week (?).

What was that mean tweet he read at the Jimmy Kimmel interview last year?

President Lightwood’s family looks like the cover of a diversity brochure of a community college.

Max had laughed out loud so hard that he almost fell off the chair. Because despite being mean, it was absolutely hilarious and you gotta give credit where credit is due.

Despite this kind of criticism, the Lightwood-Banes used their diversity to their advantage. They each had their own strength and a target group they controlled.

Dad, who was called the Orion of the Democratic Party - for his targeted initiatives and unmissable victories. His father, if he set his mind to something, always saw it through. Dad had the rich people and the white people and especially the rich white people under his thumb. The Lightwoods were famous long before Dad wanted to become president, so it also helped that their family came from old money and had friends in all the right places.

Bapak, who was nicknamed Saint Magnus, is kind of like a modern-day Mother Theresa – perfectly balancing Dad’s straightforward and no-bullshit personality with soft smiles and gentle words. Bapak, who used to be a refugee himself, got most of the minority votes –including racial minorities and second-gen immigrants. He was very appealing to the liberals - especially the activists and the scholars and the feminists.

People liked Dad. But people were in love with Bapak.

Well, not all of them, obviously.

Just because they have a gay president now, it doesn’t homophobia was dead and equality is achieved.

This is still the real world.

Rafael, who had dubbed America’s Future, is the visionary among them. Because what Rafael lacked in experience, he made up more than enough with his passion. Despite spending all his free time with bapak, if there’s any, and hogging all of bapak’s attention like the unapologetically selfish asshole he is, Rafael is a mini-Dad. Max, who grew up with the man, saw it a long time ago. But the people started to see it too.

However, while Dad had the upper class covered, Rafe wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty – not literally though. Bapak taught him to protect his cuticles.

Rafe is one with the people of the working class. He got his first part-time job at the local diner when he was in middle school, he volunteered for everything damn charity project under the sun during high school and by the time he was in college, he was already helping Dad with his next campaign.

While the rest of his family worked really hard to earn these titles and support, Max had barely done anything at all. He, anointed and appointed as ‘America’s Sweetheart, by the people themselves, just needed to be himself. A sweetheart.

It wasn’t the press the gave him the name. Max’s target demographic is Gen Z and the name turned into a thing shortly after someone random person on TikTok made an edit of him to Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince.

He’s fine it. Honestly, it’s much better than being called America’s Future. Yikes.

Since Max’s key demographic is chronically online and would rather die than go out, much of the work he does is also online. This means he needs to have a consistent social media presence and do the allocated number of livestreams every week and meet the expected number of social media reach every day.

It’s a little exhausting. But it’s nothing compared to what Rafael does, which is to do real work in the real world.

But there you have it.

The First Family of the United States of America.

The Orion, Saint Magnus, America’s Future, and America’s Sweetheart.

#ahhhhh bye #mavid rwrb au

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