#The poisonous apple does not fall far from the tree

[martine22]

#perfect marriage revenge #he deserved it #The poisonous apple does not fall far from the tree

[dovoodles]

MFW I'm in a guilt tripping competition and my opponents are these two.

#doodles #vivit #the apple does not fall far from the tree except the tree is poison the apple is poison seriously what is wrong with these two

[mhsdatgo]

Always hated the way according to TB I'm supposed, as a woman, to root for Rhaenyra "Mary Sue" Targaryen because she's a Valyrian woman and can't do no wrong. Otherwise I'm framed as a misogynist, an enabler, a rape apologist, every name in the book. As if this isn't the same girl who coerced her bodyguard because her erectile disfunction uncle didn't wanna bang her after leaving her in a brothel, naked and on plain sight for any kind of perverted brute. As if this isn't the same girl who weaponized both her and her best friend's trauma to twist a truth about something she very willingly did that could've had her disowned if her father was anyone else other than the weak ass neglectful rapist pedo father she had instead.

This is the same girl who ignored and mistreated Alicent when all she did was convince Viserys to allow her privileges she never had, like choosing a husband. Like it or not, it was Alicent the one who gave gave and gave, and Rhaenyra the one who took took and took and even MOCKED, time and time again. The same girl who acted like a victim when the girl she called her literal best friend (only when it benefitted her) was getting maritally R*PED in the next room by her crusty ass father. She never tried connecting with her siblings because they were Alicent's children. Not because their minds were poisoned, not because they were apparently bitter towards her. Because they weren't her mother's children. Same as Viserys. Guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

I'm supposed to root for a woman who doesn't do one single thing for the claim she feels so entitled to (who was purely based on Viserys' grief and guilt for Aemma)? I'm supposed to root for a woman who brings back to the line of succession the same man everyone wanted far from the line of succession? I'm supposed to root for the woman who wants to be the exception, not give possibilities to other women like an ACTUAL feminist does? She usurps her stepdaughters' claims in favor of her obviously bastard children, and no, betrothing the fpur of them isn't the same. If they die, the girls' claim dies with them, and guess what, exactly that happened.

No, I will not root for the woman who wanted a teenager's head because she was black and because she couldn't cope with the fact that "hEr pRiNcE" didn't love her, only what her title could offer. Or the woman who put a price on a 6yo's and a 2yo's head simply because they were her brother's children, thereby proving what Criston said about what was needed for Jace to raise to power after his mother. She even denied the request of multiple older daughters/sisters who rightfully wanted to lead their houses, with the excuse that the relam would be far too 'imbalanced'. Girl, are you that dense? There's the smallfolk getting eaten and burned and taxes by your dragon and your entire family fighting wars and dying left and right and you think two women ruling their houses will destabilize the realm?

Rhaenyra is many things, but feminist is not among them, no matter how much you cry and whine about it. Yes, I'm aware that no woman in asoiaf or f&b can be described as feminist. But the convinction (and delusion) that Rhaenyra is, without a shadow of doubt, is mindblowing. She's arguably worse than any of said women combined.

No, I don't feel represented or uplifted by a tyrant, classist, racist, hypocritical, spoiled kinslayer with god complex because she's albino and has a pet dragon as spoiled and as useless as her. Sorry not sorry.

#team green #anti team black #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti rhaenyra stans #anti team black stans #anti daemon targaryen #anti anyone from team black except maybe for joffrey #no I'm not counting the Velaryons' #because they ain't Rhaenyra's emotional support #cry about it #and anti Hotd writers cause... #fr? good and bad? on asoiaf? #pro team green #pro alicent hightower

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Invulnerable Poison Apple.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. This is his home, his roots, and he will cherish them always.

No matter how he may change.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

The Harveston roads stretch out for what seems like forever. Dirt paths uninterrupted by the hustle and bustle of modern life.

It's just Epel and his beloved blastcycle set at a breakneck pace. Green grass below... Mother Nature has pushed through the melting snow at last, sounding the call of spring.

The crate secured to back of his bike is always lighter on the trip home than on the trip to the closest city. With the latest load dropped off, he’s free to fly back.

He loves this feeling—the rush of adrenaline, the wind weaving through his hair. It’s a taste of home, a slice of heaven he can get nowhere else.

Up ahead, his family’s farm comes into view. The outline of their orchard, flush with the buds of new life, is a familiar sight. What's new are the crops whose heads sprout up over the treetops: a giant peach, a pumpkin large enough to be a carriage, and more—all the result of magical modification.

He grins, revving up his engine and pushing forward. Faster, faster.

Then he breaks, skidding to a halt before their wooden front porch. The engine dies, leaving only the erratic pounding of his heart in the smoke and dust.

“I’m home!!” Epel announces, dismounting. He removes his helmet and places it on his blastcycle's seat. Wisps of lilac cling to his forehead, his fair skin colored with the blush of exhilaration.

Similar heads of hair—members of the Felmier family, dressed in casual clothes and fruit-picking gloves—dot the orchard. They meet his eyes and wave.

He counts them: his mom and his dad, his aunt and uncle. His cousin is too young to get their hands down and dirty yet, so they're inside with their grandparents.

So why is there one extra body amid the apple trees? One person, hunched over on a ladder, a shaking arm outstretched to pluck the fruit.

Not her. Please, not her.

Epel immediately bolts into the fields.

The tree leaves shudder and shift, branches swaying, as if they, too, are loved ones welcoming him back. The air is sweet and uplifting, like the faintest taste of a fizzy drink.

"Meemaw? Meemaw…!!" Epel hollers, racing over to her.

She finally has a grip on the apple, gives it a firm twist, and frees it from its branch. For one frightening moment, she wobbles, threatening to topple from high up. Epel arrives just in time, grabbing onto her ladder to steady it.

He heaves a sigh.

"I told you to try ‘n not overexert yourself…!” Epel scolds her. His hometown’s dialect slips out, smooth as butter and natural sounding to their ears. “You’re gettin’ to that age where doing physical labor ain’t the easiest. At least leave the heavy liftin’ to me ‘n the others!”

“These apples aren’t goin’ to pick themselves!!” Marja grumbles. “Would you rather trade jobs and let me be the one to run deliveries? You wanna be the one to let this old lady on the loose?”

He bites his lower lip. “No, but… I can take some of yer tasks to lighten yer workload. Please, let me.”

His grandma slowly climbs down the ladder. (Epel observes her dissent carefully and maintains his grip on her stairway.) She’s delicate, with rounded, soft features—but he knows she is anything but demure, especially upset.

When Marja lands next to him, he notices her height right away. He had always been just a bit taller than her—“My growin’ little man,” she’d say, giving him a pat on the head—but his grandma seems to have shrunken in the wash.

Marja prods him in the chest, and though she has more strength than one might give her credit for, his muscles are taut and hold their ground. He’s taller, stronger.

“Don’t get cocky with me just because you’ve hit a growth spurt! I’m a Felmier too.” She shoves the freshly picked apple at her grandson’s face. “You fell from our family tree, so you ain’t the only one who’s hardy ‘round here. Don’t worry about me so much!”

“I can’t help it, meemaw,” Epel protests. “We’re gettin’ busier and busier and it’s hard to keep up with the pace.”

“Business is boomin’. I don’t see what you’re yappin’ about!”

“Last thing I want’s for you to be shipped off to the nearest hospital cuz you hurt yourself on our produce.”

“Hush now!! I’lll be fine,” she insists with a broad smile. “I’ve got you and everyone else to count on, so I know I’m in good hands.”

Marja drops the apple into a waiting wicker basket at her feet. It lands atop a pile like a ruby laid in the center of a crown. She bends over and picks up her haul with a grunt and starts waddling towards their house.

Epel remains by her side, matching her walk with a few long strides. He may as well be helping her cross the street, but he stays at a considerable distance. Enough to be polite, but still close enough to swoop in if she takes an unceremonious fall.

“‘Sides, I work cuz I want to, not that I have to,” Marja tuts, clambering up the porch steps. Epel offers her his muscular arm, but she refuses it.

“Gotta keep these weary bones active! And… gotta do my best to support ya where I can.”

“You’ve always done that for us, meemaw.”

All that and more.

She laughs. “Yer not the little boy that needs a scoldin’ for whooping the older kids’ tuchuses anymore. Yer a man now, Epel—but even men ain’t islands. Doesn’t matter how many fights ya win by yerself, ‘s nice to have people to fall back on.”

The front door swings open. Marja shuffles inside, followed by her grandson.

“I understand what yer sayin’. Really, I do. Still, nothin’s gonna stop me from givin’ ya lip. ‘S in our blood,” Epel jokes, knocking at his temples. “Stubbornness runs in the family. I must get it from you.”

“You’re gettin’ real cheeky with me today,” Marja chuckles, setting her basket down on a counter. “I know, how about a good ol’ apple pie with all the fixings? That oughta fill yer belly and fix up yer sass.”

Epel responds with a toothy grin. “Nothin’ hits the spot like your home cooking, meemaw.”

Her eyes twinkle warmly. “Darn right.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #Epel Felmier #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst countdown #twisted wonderland countdown #I’ve been dreaming… #twst anni #twst anniversary #twisted wonderland anniversary #twisted wonderland anni #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #Marja Felmier

[aqours]

do you think ashley and andrew would have kids

(pre-emptive mentions for abortion and child abuse)

i've talked about this extensively with a friend and i'm very excited i can share this now actually!!! please let me answer this with basically a mini fanfic summary

two actually. it's incredibly fucked up lmao. ashley gets pregnant and her response is IMMEDIATLY oh yeah no fuck that i'm getting an abortion but because of all the demonic satanic shit that fetus has literally been influenced by otherworldly energy and it just doesn't take. like literally not. ashley goes to get an abortion and by the end the abortionist is dead, starts heavily drinking, at one point she just pays a guy to punch her as hard as he can in the stomach a few times but it doesn't work so anyways that's how their first kid is born! ashley fucking hates them and makes that clear every day of that probably future anti-christ's life. she pushes him down the stairs at one point and he's just in the couch unharmed afterwards, abandons him in the middle of nowhere on the interstate and when she gets home there he is watching tv. she just groans and just accepts this is life now and any attempt to get rid of this kid is gonna be thwarted by demonic looney toons bullshit.

she hates the fact this kid gets in the way of her time with her brother SO MUCH its unreal and probably tried using him as a tar soul for a demon offering once but it didn't work since he's also partially demon (she had a backup guy just in case though). at one point though he asks "hey can you make me a little brother or sister" and her response is "i fucking hate having you why the FUCK would i have a second one" to which he's like "if i have someone to play with i'll stop bothering you as much-" and that's when ashley stops taking birth control without telling andrew

she actually treats her daughter MUCH better because not only did she plan this one but she tries to spoil her to one-up mommy too. she tries to spoil her daughter just so she can one-up her mom's memory of being a shitty parent to her by heavily favoring her second-born instead. like if the first kid asked if she could drive them to the candy store her response would be "fuck off and die." her daughter does though? well she doesn't drive her but she does go "awww sorry kid, gonna go on a date with your dad soon- but here's an extra $20 if you wanna go walk, get yourself something nice ok?" her daughter is three things: yet another way to tether andy, a way to make her first kid shut up, and perhaps most importantly to her a way to one-up her mom's spirit in hell

andrew DOES try to be a good dad especially in the routes where he's more assertive but he still sucks shit lmao. it's pretty obvious he's also not equipped for this emotionally or mentally and his co-dependence with his sister takes priority over all. they both THINK they're better parents than mr. and mrs. graves but the apple failed to fall far from the tree it's just another awful generation of this family who themselves will probably just continue to perpetuate poison forever

tl;dr: yes they do and its awful. poison simply produces more poison in the end

#the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #ashley graves #andrew graves #gravecest #coffincest #ashley x andrew #starposts #abortion cw #answered #anonymous #lmk what any of you think #i'm writing a fanfic that also revolves around ashley having a kid but it's completely different dynamic wise to this one #child abuse cw

[darlingpwease]

chu wanning that stares at himself in the mirror and insults himself (like in that one chapyer iykyk) and he breaks down and when you take your insecure shizun in your arms and cuddle him and reassure him hes enough, he grows SO attached.

sorry i just love chu wanning i want to give him the biggest hug

as far as I understand it was written by "I" from an alternate universe because to be honest mood<///3 /pos /j

let me warm up in your shores

♡ comforting, pet names, crying wanning is awakens something in me, teacher/student (pre-teacher/student) implied, in chinese it is not customary to address simply by first/last name but we ignore this

It turns out that shizun is soft.

Soft, delicate, with skin that looks not at all like white jade, but like soft fabric; like a cat, which looks like a sculpture carved out of stone, until you touch and realize that the 'sculpture' is nothing more than a fluffy cloud, while a cat moves, exposing a vulnerable warm belly in which you want to bury your nose, trusting you even if he knows what he's doing.

You want to bury nose in shizun too — in his strong, slender neck; inhale his subtle scent, somewhat reminiscent of a blooming apple tree, feeling his, it turns out, hot heart beating under thin pale skin. Shizun is not hard at all — he is so soft, delicate, and his whole appearance sounds like an elegy, leaving something inside you to respond indistinctly even when he is silent, but you know that his mind sometimes does not stop and does not fall silent, poisoning everything inside.

When you gently hug him, comfortingly pressing him to your neck, running your fingers over the white fabric of clothes, not hearing sobs, — shizun has never been loud, he is always quiet, always calm, something small and hiding, as if avoiding the eyes of the world, — but feeling how the fabric has soaked with water dripping from black eyes.

You want to say something, but what can you?

The silence seems almost transparently crystal, as if a little more and it will fall like frost on cold-sensitive body — when his fingers timidly touch you, you can feel how cold the tips are even through the fabric of clothes, although part of your mind is sure that this is impossible, — but for some reason it seems so important to make sure that he's not freezing.

The hands seem soft, sluggish, as if do not belong to you after they have touched the body of a shizun, — not so distant at all, but so close, dear, human, — his hair is jet black, falling on such fragile but strong shoulders and back like a curtain, — but he only exhales faintly inaudibly when you stroke, gently rocking him like a child, while his fingers tightly grip the fabric of your clothes, not letting and not wanting to move away.

“You... you are such a human, shizun,” — you whisper at random, pressing thin, vulnerable body to yours, warm and strong, never been so strong, and CHU WANNING only hiccups in response, trembling slightly, while his face seems to be trying to press into your neck, looking for a safe place where he can stay forever, hiding from the whole world as well how he hides from others, constantly moving aside, like an unattainable celestial.

No, not the "unattainable celestial."

Just like you.

Human.

“You are so human, shizun, so beautiful...”

CHU WANNING whispers something, but you can't understand what — even if you really want to, for the first time feeling him so close, not physically, but also in some intimate, deep sense, as if everything inside you is stretched, like the most intense moment in a battle — but at the same time you are shackled by an incomprehensible longing and the excitement swirling into a ball of something you can't name; the words are on your tongue, but all you can do is cling to CHU WANNING and let him cling to you, so much as if you can slip out of his hands like a dawn haze — and he will die the second he doesn't find you in his arms.

Your hands entwine him like strong walls, hiding him like the shell that he always wears, avoiding anyone who might want to see what is hiding under the hard shell, the cocoon that he himself made — but, in your opinion, CHU WANNING is already a butterfly.

He's already enough.

He is not at all disgusting or wrong; and not at all grotesque; and not at all a 'monster'.

Even if later — you are sure — he will look away with slightly red eyes, pursing his lips, with impotent anger and self-hatred, letting you know that he will never let such a thing happen again, and will hate if you decide to talk about it.

You don't regret anything.

“Shizun, shizun, Wan—... shizun.”

CHU WANNING sobs — for the first time — in response, and his arms hug you especially tightly, a little more and he will break your back, but you can't respond with anything other than stroking and cuddling, hearing faint intermittent sighs that sound deafening than any sobs.

“It's okay... Shizun. It's all good. You're beautiful. You are so beautiful. I am so glad that you exist in the world.”

A soft sob; the nose, hot and wet, presses against your neck while he fidgets slightly, pressing even closer, as if sticking. So touching, like a little kitten. Finally warmed up and loved.

Needed.

“I am so glad that you have appeared in my life, shizun... Wanning.”

#❖.my jewelry #🥮 — husky and his white cat shizun #✉.chu wanning #gender neutral reader

[sinfulpunishment]

✎ᝰ┆A Gift of Sin

─❏ Warnings: none

─❏ Characters: Fyodor Dostoevsky

─❏ Synopsis: Fyodor receives a rather strange gift: an apple. Is it perhaps poisoned or an invitation or does it have another meaning?

─❏ A/N: i loved doing the research for the symbolism of apples for this piece

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

Man made from God cannot help but admire the red fruit of knowledge that the trees green leaves tuck away, hiding behind the foliage but peeking out still to tempt man to take a bite. Man’s need to give in to this temptation is where their sin lies; the Fall of Man, the Book of Genesis.

What draws man to the fruit? Is it the seductive red glare of its supple skin—so easy to sink into with one’s teeth. Red is indeed the color of desire, the idea would not be far fetched.

What should one do when given an apple? How should one interpret the offering? Such a simple fruit has so many different meanings and interpretations…

For example, an apple can be seen as a symbol for seduction, it can be seen as something sensual. This is perhaps because of the fruit's comparison to intimate parts of one’s body. The color is likely another factor; I do not believe someone wishing to seduce another would give a person a green apple, it is not as appealing to the eye—it lacks temptation.

A gift of an apple can be seen as a form of endearment as well. The apple represents knowledge and beauty. Its nearly perfectly round shape is occasionally compared to the cosmos and totality. What creature does not strive for perfection?

That is another reason why the apple is so beautiful. Some give it to another person as a way of making romantic advances. One could draw the conclusion that the apple was given with romantic—and possibly somewhat erotic—intentions.

However, the apple sitting on my desk before me as I write this was most likely not given to me with the intention of winning over my solitary heart. The sender likely had much darker intentions than simply trying to make me swoon.

The apple is so incredibly tempting. One cannot help but desire the sweet nectar trapped beneath the skin. It would be so easy to sink one’s canines in, puncturing the tight, yet soft, skin on the surface in order to feast upon the fruit’s flesh and blood. Such an animalistic desire—and yet that desire is incredibly human.

Considering the temptation that comes with the apple, one must consider the possibility of deceit hidden somewhere within. Apples are commonly used as symbols of death, especially in media and literature. The thin skin that clings to the flesh is coated with the sender's venom. They wish to see the nectar seep from your own skin—that beautiful crimson ink provided within one’s own body.

I’ve had plenty of experience with poisonous apples myself. I would not put it past this person to give the fruit to me with such intentions.

What tempts me even more, however, is the idea that biting into this gift that originated from the heavens could indeed kill me. Battling against the grasp of death is rather exciting, I’ve fought this battle many times already, in fact. Perhaps he knows that the true seduction of this gift is dancing with death—the challenge is always what gets me really going.

Alas, temptation is one of man’s biggest sins. That is another meaning behind the apple: sin and the fall of man. Would I really stoop so low as to put myself on the same level as the average man just for the high of the challenge? Will I really make the same decision as the foolish man who took the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge, disobeying God and taking advantage of His gifts?

Though, I was never told not to take this challenge… Sometimes one must fall back to keep advancing forward.

Perhaps I will allow myself to give in to my humanity—my desires.

What an exciting game this will be…

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

reflecting upon a “gift” he had received.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #Spotify #sinfulpunishment #fyodor x reader

[high-heeled-nightmare]

character-related book covers. you're getting published! what's the title of your book and how does it look like? feel free to write a logline. rules: have fun with it! just tag along if you wanna join. create book titles for you ; your friends ; your foes or stick with themes, if that's more up your alley. create whatever fuels your creativity.

𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 - The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, especially when it's roots are poisoned. Ko Mun-Yeong, a talented children's book author, was forcefully molded into a ruthless monster by her mother's toxic way of life. As secrets unravel and dark truths come to light, you'll be taken on a chilling journey through the depths of familial dysfunction and the devastating consequences of twisted love. Prepare to be captivated and horrified by the haunting tale of a mother's unchecked power and the horrible legacy she leaves behind. Will Mun-Yeong be able to break free, or is she destined to become the same demon Do Hui-Jae was?

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐒 - Fairytale gone bad. Author Ko Mun-Yeong finds herself embroiled in a dangerous game of deception and manipulation when a seemingly innocent illustrator turns out to be a ruthless blackmailer threatening to expose her worst mental health secret that could destroy her career once and for all. However, the tables turn quickly when she unexpectedly and unknowlingly gets into contact with a deathnote - and thus also with Yejin, a sassy shinigami eager for a distraction... Volume 5 of the current bestselling series "The Shinigami Saga"

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄 - How much does it hurt? Her inability to experience emotions isolates Ko Mun-Yeong from society. As she battles against her own mind and the judgment of others, she must question the very essence of what it really means to be human.

𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 - What doesn't kill you disappoints me. As famous author Ko Mun-Yeong is threatened out of the blue by a seemingly drunk and mentally unstable stalker who possesses unusual knowledge about her private life, things become increasingly perilous. With the help of Aine, her newly found ally, she embarks on a quest to unravel the true reasons behind the disturbing encounter. Both of them have to watch out though, because just one flap of a butterfly's wings might cause a devastating hurricane elsewhere…

tagged by: no one, saw it on @kettensaege tagging: @yejinigami @bl00dhvnter @exposed-chest @ghcstwired @ghculism @ghula-herz and everyone else!

#Muse Games #𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬. ⸺ This empty can is secretly filled with gasoline. #𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬. ᅳ A gift of blood [...] redder than death; truer than fire. #I'm seriously not the best one at editing but here we go

[cheapsweets]

The nocuous Shonweak

My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge from @maniculum

Jinhao shark fountain pen with fine, hooded nib, with Monteverde Raven Noir ink, over initial pencil sketch. I'd considered adding some colour, but didn't have time this week; imagine it's got telltale orange/yellow and black warning colouration :)

It's been interesting trying to relearn pen shading techniques from scientific illustration again (as ever, suspect going a bit bigger would make this easier, I'm also going to have another rummage through my pens to see if I can find an even finer nib, since the one's I've been using don't come close to using a dip pen).

Reasoning under the cut;

The Shonweak is so called because it is proof against fire.

Okay, first things first, we get no indication about what type of creature this is. My default assumption when the bestiary authors don't give us any more detail is that is must be a Beast, but I've been wanting to mix it up a bit. But what to go for...?

Of all poisonous creatures, it has the strongest poison. Other poisonous creatures kill one at a time; it can kill several things at the same time. For if it has crawled into a tree, it poisons all the apples and kills those who eat them. In addition, if it falls into a well, the strength of its poison kills those who drink the water.

Okay, a poisonous critter, and not just poisonous, the most poisonous...! Okay, this narrows it down a bit. We get some creatures that are occasionally poisonous due to their diet (including certain birds, and snakes!), but mostly we're looking at amphibians, insects, echinoderms, fish, flatworms, and some others too.

This also made me think about the line between poisonous and venomous. We've all been on tumblr a while, so we've probably seen the memes, but technically the main difference is that poisonous animals deliver their toxin passively (in this context, being eaten is passive...)

We also know that this thing can crawl into a tree, so must be able to climb (that eliminates most fish, for starters).

I've gone for a beetle, since drawing an arthropod is pretty different from anything I've done thus far. Main influences are;

The diabolical ironclad beetle, a tiny awesome critter that is nigh on indestructable. It has a flattened body, fused elytra, and a cool, knobbly surface to its armour; I gave the elytra a bit of an overlap, so it could consider clamping its body down if it gets into a sticky situation (like a fire).

Bombadier beetles; in case you're not aware of them, their defence mechanism is spraying near-boiling noxious chemicals at attackers (you'll also be familiar with them if you've ever read the Spider World books by Colin Wilson!). The most famous ones are yellow and black, and you can see the nozzle on the end of its abdomen.

While the bombadier beetle does actively spray toxins, keeping them in its body also makes it poisonous - best of both worlds!

Also can't deny the influence of the blue death feigning beetle, a very aestheic insect indeed, and if I'm honest, the tanker bug from Starship Troopers...!

I did look at large beetles like the goliath beetle for some inspiration, especially around the legs (I imagine the Shonweak to be pretty big as beetles go), but decided against it since they're a lot fancier, and I figured a tough, fire-braving critter like this to be a little plainer and unadorned.

It resists fire and alone among creatures can put fires out. For it can exist in the midst of flames without pain and without being consumed by them, not only because it does not burn but because it puts the fire out.

Okay, if this is the creature I strongly suspect it is, this is an interesting wrinkle to the mythology around it; it's proof against fire because it puts the fire out (not something I've heard before). I'll have more to say if it does turn out to be what I suspect...

Okay, hear me out... The bombadier beetle combines exothermic chemicals in its body to produce its boiling, caustic spray... What if a creature could do something similar for a seriously endothermic reaction; it would be almost like a tiny, living fire extinguisher... I imagine the Shonweak as a bomadier beetle relative, spraying freezing toxins at enemies (or just generally if stuck in a fire, or if it falls down a well, or if those apples are looking particularly hostile...)

#maniculum bestiaryposting #bestiaryposting #shonweak #my art #🪲

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Timari January 2023 Masterlist

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Day 1: Frostbite

Fireworks (Yeah, I sure hope it does)

1.4k words

Summary: Marinette and Tim sneak out to go watch the fireworks. They get a little bit of frostbite in the process, but they still manage to have a good time overall.

Day 2: Sleep is for the weak

Rock-a-bye baby

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Summary: Marinette needs Red Robin to sleep. Preferably sometimes soon. Otherwise it would be hard to rob him.

Day 3: Snuggle up

Hide and seek

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Summary: Listen, I was sick while writing this and wanted to do a little thing about kiddos cuddling while hiding from Mr. Freeze. So I did.

Day 4: Let's just blow it up and call it a day

How to get out of an escape room in one easy step

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Summary: ‘Beat the maze’. Yeah, no. He was going to ‘beat their faces in’. See how they like that.

Day 5: Pillow

Knockin' Down Heaven's Door

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Summary: Marinette needs Red Robin asleep. Preferably sometime soon. Otherwise it would be hard to rob him.

Day 6: It's not depressing if you smile when you say it

When the clouds are in the sky, you'll get by

800 words

Summary: You can make a joke out of anything if you try hard enough.

Day 7: Looking cute is not helping

But is it hurting?

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Summary: If you don’t constantly annoy the vigilante that’s accidentally holding you hostage in a trapped room, are you really doing it right?

Replacement: Bakeries

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach

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Summary: Maybe the act of giving food is inherently tied to safety and love.

Day 9: Daisies

Got a secret, can you keep it

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Summary: Daisies symbolize a lot of things. Innocence, new beginnings, true love, and willingness to keep a secret.

Day 10: Black like my humor

Sco(r)ned

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Summary: Tim’s attempt to learn to bake could have gone better… or maybe it couldn't have, because he was pretty hopeless.

Day 11: Wheels up

Heads up

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Summary: The alarms were blaring that there was at least one intruder. Static filled his ears as all of the guards talked frantically into their walkie-talkies, their voices overlapping uselessly. He ran hand-in-hand with someone he was sure would try and steal from him before the night was up. He was about to sweat out his tux. He was pretty sure that they were going to get searched if they tried to leave and, considering all of the illegal and confidential paraphernalia on their persons, he didn’t think that that would go over well.

Day 12: You're a wizard

Computer wiz

500 words

Summary: She flopped on his bed. “I’m getting made fun of for not knowing Java.” “You don’t even know Java?! How did you get this far –?!”

Day 13: Hand me the match

Such a pretty liar

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Summary: “I wanted to celebrate the new year with you!”

Day 14: Brace yourself

Run boy run

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Summary: Marinette meets the family. The family in question is deranged. That is all.

Day 15: Recharge

Sleep(is)over

800 words

Summary: Marinette and Tim refuse to succumb to naptime’s seductive ways.

Day 16: It isn't stalking if it's research

Just remember that I know

800 words

Summary: Is stalking serious? Yes. But consider: he wasn’t ‘stalking’ her, he was looking into a suspicious person. Which is totally fine and normal considering his job.

Day 17: Welcome to the jungle

It's dangerous to go alone, take this

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Summary: Just some more batfamily shenanigans.

Day 18: It's good to be king

The mighty fall

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Summary: Blood red lips curled into a smirk. “Interesting of you to look down on me when you just picked a lock to get in here. What were you about to do?”

Replacement: Yum

Two's a whole lot lonelier than one

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Summary: “You’re trying to annoy me into leaving, aren’t you?”

Day 20: This is a date, isn't it?

A lovely sight

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Summary: Breaking and entering at the same time is definitely a date.

Day 21: Apple from a poisoned tree

You think your only crime is that you got caught

1.4k words

Summary: A poison tree by William Blake

Day 22: Nest

Home is where the heart is

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Summary: Tim and Marinette, as a show of faith, have decided to show each other their main bases.

Day 23: Two stepping with the woman I love

Sealed with a kiss

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Summary: Negotiations can be romantic, actually.

Replacement: Art

Lovebirds

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Summary: They find an old project from art class while moving.

Day 25: You mean platonically?

I wanna ruin our friendship

900 words

Summary: We should be lovers instead.

Day 26: Dancing in the rain

Hush

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Summary: Two people fight with and for umbrellas on a rainy day.

Day 27: Wanderlust

Welcome to the playground

1.4k words

Summary: Gotham is a wasteland, but it’s THEIR wasteland and they wouldn’t go anywhere else.

Day 28: Problem? What problem?

Hostage(d) situation

1.3k words

Summary: That weird moment where you’ve been kidnapped and are being held for ransom but also the person who did that to you is letting you play video games so you can’t even be mad at them.

Day 29: Rubix cube

Get cubed, idiot

300 words

Summary: “I just want to see how you solve it,” Marinette said, smiling in a way that was far too innocent to ever be seen as real.

Replacement: Cupcake

Lost and found

2k words

Summary: Tim finds a batch of cupcakes and a note on his counter.

Day 31: Mornings

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

600 words

Summary: The night shift is over, they can finally sleep.

#timari january 2023 #long post #lol #some of these are better than others #but you gotta russian roulette it #all of these stories are secretly one story #but i will not give the true order to anyone #but izzy #because izzy is my beloved~ #you can try to get the order out of her but idk chances are low

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

They are quick to tell you about the apple

that does not fall far from the tree-

but what happens when the tree does not fall

far from the apple? What happens

when the tree is chopped down not far

from the apple? I know what happens

to the tree, it dies. What happens

to the apple? What happens to the apple

when the eye it belonged to

is no longer left to polish it?

Do not tell me the worms

will smell the decaying core

and tunnel right through her.

Do not tell me she is poisoned.

Do not tell me she keeps the doctor

away. She has become

a marijuana bong. She is peeling?

She is rotting from the inside

out. Did anyone know this

was going to happen?

Why wait so fucking long

to say something.

Unfortunate by Siaara Freeman (Urbanshee)

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[cinberella]

DEVIL IN DISGUISE

Artist: @skylar102

Rating: M

Pairing: Malec

Word Count: 48.500

This fic was created for the ​ Mini Bang 2023 presented by the @malecdiscordserver

CHAPTER 5/7 Unforgivable

Suddenly alone in his loft, Magnus lets out a wild and almost feral growl. The door is still open and Magnus slams it with his magic so forcefully that the walls of his loft tremble and the trinkets on the shelves in his living room tumble down. Frustration and wrath wash all over him, spurring his inner power to lash out, but he must remain in control of his magic, for his own sake and all the good people in New York. Therefore, before it’s too late, the Warlock curls on himself trying to rein in the worst outward effect of his scathed feelings, but two balls of magical energy form around his hands ready to be released anyway. Magnus can barely retain them; by Lilith, he is beyond himself, so deeply and rawly angry that he is almost relieved Alec ran away like the coward he is, otherwise, he could have already broken the Accords by now. Not even regrettably so. 

How dare Alexander Lightwood make fun of him and play the "I like you for who you are" card, regardless of who Magnus really is and has always been? He is half-demon and the son of the most powerful Prince of Hell. His magic can be wild and catastrophic. Baneful, he thinks with a glint of irony. And Magnus has always been someone who doesn't give a shit about the Clave, someone who has never forgiven them for what they have done. The last time he felt this amount of rage overwhelming him was during the Uprising when he failed to save two Warlock children from the Circle's rampage. They were children, for heaven's sake, but that didn’t stop the merciless fury of Valentine’s men. Magnus did end their lives afterward, horribly and painfully, but those little innocent kids… How could he even forget what Shadowhunters are capable of? And yet, he allowed one of them into his loft. In his bed. In his body. He feels violated, somehow.

Fucking Hell… He has very little time to assess the situation and make a fast decision. For sure, he needs to leave before they can get to him. With this awareness in mind, Magnus can finally hold back his destructive intent. It’s useless now, if not self-defeating. Quickly, the burning power in his hands fades away; Magnus does not waste any time and reinforces his wards with a quick flick of his wrists. No one with Angel blood in their veins will be able to enter his home. Ever again. Not when the purpose of getting closer to him is just to trick him, to make him lower his defence and have him dragged to the Guards and executed. 

It’s unbelievable that Alexander Lightwood effortlessly and slyly almost succeeded in getting rid of him… But Magnus has lived through centuries of war and won’t capitulate because of a heart of stone behind an angelic face. Perhaps, when Alec was injured by that demon… Maybe even then it was all about his wicked plan to get closer and fool him. He looked so vulnerable, bleeding, and poisoned. And he looked so grateful, afterward. So… nice and well-mannered, and even respectful.

Magnus is so pissed at himself. He has fallen victim to his own good heart and Alec’s deceitful, dazzling hazel eyes. Alec is good at dissimulating his feelings; his mother has taught him well.

The apple never falls far from the tree. Magnus takes a deep breath, while his magic flares out once again from his fingers with a damaging purpose, fueled by Magnus’ rage and disappointment. It would easily crush anything in its path and Magnus has no intention of demolishing his beloved home. He’d prefer to bulldoze the New York Institute in its entirety. Magnus would really love to tear it down and reduce the holy building to a pile of stones and dust. How dare those assholes, so full of themselves, so pointlessly arrogant, and at the same time so absolutely ignorant and blinded by racial hatred, accuse him? Him, the High Warlock of Brooklyn? If this warrant for his imminent arrest was due to the stolen Sword, it would be really ridiculous. It’s not like they can take it out against the High Warlock without a shred of evidence. Unless they have any. Fake one, of course. Cunningly planted for the Inquisitor to believe it. And possibly by Alexander himself and his equally mischievous siblings. 

“I know that it seems like my siblings and I hang out with Vampires and Werewolves only to have fun, but it’s not like that. I have a bunch of pretty nice friends among them, and I care about them dearly.”

Dearly my ass!!

In any case, this is all his fault. He should have known better than to believe Alec’s honeyed words, but he was fooled by that pretty face so easily. The truth is that Magnus has been waiting to hear those words his entire life. Words of acknowledgment, apology, and hope for a better future.

How could he even think he could trust a Shadowhunter? And a Lightwood, no less. How could he be so thoughtless as to bare himself to Maryse’s son, so intimately? Even though it was just sex, Magnus started being really smitten with Alexander. He seemed different. A conflicted boy victim of the circumstances, honest in his meaning to improve the world they all were to live in, Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike. But no, the boy deceived him and had the Clave charge him with a crime punishable by the death penalty. 

High treason… Seriously?

Magnus has no idea of what's really going on, he only knows that he had nothing to do with the disappearance of that damn Sword. Most importantly he has no clue about what the young Lightwood girl may have reported to his mother. Who knows what she eavesdropped on at the Hotel Dumort? Maybe she was there when Raphael talked about what happened with Meliorn? 

It’s possible. Isabelle Lightwood feels rather at home at Raphael’s, Magnus knows that, but maybe this time his fanged friend was too reckless and permissive with her.

A sudden thought startles him. Alec Lightwood himself may be the mind behind the theft, maybe his resentment toward the Clave is, in fact, sort of genuine, after all, and he may be planning on destroying the Shadowhunters’ legacy from its root. To get rid of Raziel’s blood in their veins. In his own veins?  Oh God… Could it be? Could Alexander be another rogue Shadowhunter, like Valentine? One who wants vengeance against the Clave, willing to drag the entire Downworld into the abyss together with the Nephilim?

It surely would be a  rather complicated scheme and not very logical. But did what Valentine planned a couple of decades earlier make any sense at all? Shadowhunters are…irrational and dangerous like some Warlocks are. Maybe human beings are not strong enough to bear either angelic or demon blood in their system. It might mess their mind up, Magnus has seen it before.

Perhaps they are all nothing but puppets in the hands of the Angels and the Greater Demons, too lazy to fight a fratricidal war among themselves.

Yet… He did not see this coming, and the most unsettling thing is that Magnus is desperately trying not to feel hurt. One thing is to be furious for the betrayal suffered, but to feel hurt? That would be like admitting that Magnus had expectations of the young Shadowhunter. Since when has Magnus cared about any one of them in the first place?

Ok, there have been exceptions. But they were just that, exceptions, not the rule. The rule had always been disarming simple. 

Do not trust Shadowhunters. Period.

Anyway, he quickly comes to terms with the sad truth that Alec didn’t want to get to know him. Alec didn’t want to be his friend like he claimed. Possibly he just needed a scapegoat.  Everything they shared was just a frame job. By Lilith…

If it is so, Magnus must disappear from circulation immediately, without wasting any time, and take the people who are closer to him away with him. He is a fugitive now. 

But one thing doesn't add up. Magnus can't explain why Alec did seem upset by the fire message. Maybe the timing wasn’t what he was expecting, or maybe… He just wanted to fuck him one last time. No, that would be too vicious. Perhaps he had no choice but to fool him, maybe he was unwillingly following his Mother's orders. This is hard to believe, though, and Magnus won’t waste his energy and time hoping that Alec isn’t as horrible as he is. 

People always have a choice, and Alec chose to lie to him and he did a good job like Maryse wrote on that damn fire message. 

Anyway, he needs to hurry. A very clear and blunt fire message is sent away with his magic to a few friends who might be in danger right now. He needs to gather them somewhere safe. He doesn't dare think what the Clave could do to them to track him down. Raphael primarily but also Catarina, and Ragnor... and a few other Warlocks who are particularly close to him. Magnus truly believed that the times when they needed to hide and escape the Clave were over. What an idiot he had been. Maybe he should warn Maia as well. She may be in danger. The whole pack of New York may be at risk of their lives. 

In fact, Alec Lightwood happens to be well-liked by werewolves and can easily use their goodwill and trust for his own evil purposes. Who knows where the Lightwoods' mischief and cruelty would stop? Whatever the reason behind Alec's actions, whether it's against the Clave or the Downworld, or both, whether his ultimate plan involved sacrificing only Magnus or every demon-blooded being in New York, Magnus doesn't know. But he won't wait around to find out. If the New York Institute and the whole Clave want to pursue a war, a war is what they will get. He just needs to gather his allies, reorganize the Warlock forces. They fought so many years back, they can fight again.

Magnus is aware that there might be a third faction in this imminent war. A faction that Magnus has yet to evaluate. He has known Meliorn for centuries, he considers him his friend, but maybe he cannot be trusted. Not completely. Seelies aren't reliable after all. It's in their nature. Obedience to the Queen is ingrained in their culture, as is the art of distorting the truth, of deceiving without lying. A fine art they master gracefully, Magnus easily admits.

Considering that it was the Queen herself who spread the word of the disappearance of the sword and that, rather suspiciously, the portal from Paris had opened in Central Park, maybe Meliorn wasn’t seeking help but throwing bait. Because Magnus bets that the portal was very close to the secret entrance to the Seelie Court, embedded in the water surface of the small stream below a secluded bridge. A coincidence? The Shadowhunter sent from Paris may be an accomplice of Alec Lightwood, after all. Oh God, now that Magnus thinks about it, Alexander's blond brother, the one who looks a bit dumb is pretty close to the Seelies.

Maybe the Lightwoods siblings are in cahoots with the Queen and are planning something really ominous together, something Magnus can’t really grasp at the moment.

Everything is too elusive, circumstantial, and difficult to interpret. The first thing he has to do is get to Cat, Ragnor, and Raphael, hide them from the Clave, and send a formal request for a hearing with the Queen herself for a courteous, yet hopefully probing and enlightening talk.

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"Jace?”

Alec presses the phone to his ear, without slowing his pace.

"Alec, where are you? Are you ok?"

Alec’s breathing is ragged; he is running, but he is not out of breath because of that. He feels a very unpleasant weight in his chest, that makes it difficult for him to fill his lungs properly.

Guilt. That's what it is. Alec is rather new to this kind of feeling. He has always believed he didn’t have anything to feel guilty for. Not toward his parents - because admittedly their behavior elicited more shame than other kinds of sentiments - not for his sexuality, or his lifestyle. Surely not for his choice to be nothing but inclusive with those same people that Nephilim have always treated as inferior. For the first time in his young life, he has done something bad towards a person who doesn't deserve it and who is now in serious trouble because of him and his siblings. But he will make it right, somehow.

He's realizing now that he should have spoken clearly to Magnus from the start. Precisely by virtue of the fact that he didn't believe in the bullshit of his parents. Alec knows Magnus is innocent. He just knows it in his gut. Magnus doesn't have to prove anything to him. The idea that he stole an ancient heirloom in Paris is as ridiculous as it is insulting. If it's that, of course, if the charge was related to that crime, but Alec is convinced that things are connected in some way. The plot against the Consul and the theft of a sword that holds a mysterious power; a fucking sword that is making the Consul and all the Council squirm in what appears to be pure terror.

“In Brooklyn… near Magnus' loft."

"Perfect, Clary and I are on our way there. Did you hear from Mom?"

"I did. But I was with Magnus when I received her message and now he knows about what I was doing..."

"Fuck... Did he... hurt you? I can feel you’re not completely ok, well, you’re not in pain…"

"No! No, it's not that, I am ok. Physically, I mean. But he was livid and I am sure he is not home anymore. I… fuck! I ran away... He was so pissed off… I didn’t know what to tell him to calm him down and he could have portaled anywhere in the World by now."

Magnus was about to unleash his magic against him, so fleeing was the most sensible choice. But Alec regrets not having been   honest with the Warlock from the start.

"So, are you telling me that he was about to attack you and that he fled the country? Well, that's suspicious, isn’t it?"

Alec doesn’t like what Jace is implying, not even subtly.

"He didn't have much choice, did he? He did nothing wrong and you are coming here to arrest him, Jace!”

“I know, but we can have a good reason to take him in custody and interrogate him, Alec. Stop thinking with your dick, ok?”

Alec doesn’t have the strength to dignify Jace’s insinuation with a snarky retort. He is more worried than offended.

“Alec, you need to calm down, we are arriving, tell me where you are. The situation is already pretty messed up…”

“What are you saying? What aren’t you telling me?”

“That you don’t have the whole picture, do you?”

“And you do?”

“Look, something doesn’t add up. Magnus said there was only one portal from Paris, but they were two, ok? And one of them opened in Brooklyn; now tell me this is a coincidence. He lied to Mom… He must have something to do with that Sword…”

“No… It can’t be true.”

“There is evidence, Alec. Strong one. And Magnus needs to clarify his position. Maybe… If he accepts to be interrogated by the Inquisitor…”

“You know you can't reason with the Clave. And I know he's innocent..."

"Alec, look..." Jace sounds too hesitant and unsure for Alec's liking.

"Jace… I don’t care what Mom fed you up with. They are lies, ok? Magnus is not conspiring against us. And now he hates me and won’t accept my help… God, this is my fault.”

Alec stops running, suddenly too upset to keep going. The awareness of what he has done comes crushing him.

“Jace, I made a terrible mistake…”

"Listen to me, Alec, and listen very carefully. I don’t know if Magnus is behind this mess, but I have never seen Mom like this. It’s not only that she is determined to catch him. There is something off with this whole situation. Mom is… scared. She seems genuinely convinced that Magnus Bane got that Sword and that he is involved in the plot against the Consul. So I ask you this… What if she was right? If Magnus Bane was a real threat against our very blood and legacy? Our runes? What if you are wrong, Alec, and Magnus was, indeed, using you and not the way around?"

Absurd. Alec doesn’t care about his mother’s bullshit. Or Jace’s speculation. Magnus is not a murderer or a conspirator.

"I refuse to believe that, Jace, it’s not true, ok? Whatever she told you, there must be another explanation. Look, we need to hurry; meet me at the Jade Wolf and bring Isabelle with you."

"I am with Clary, now. We have been assigned to bring Bane in, together."

"Well, that’s not gonna happen. And… I don't trust that girl... She came out of nowhere right from Idris. Isn't it strange? I need to keep this among us and us alone. You and Iz are the only ones I trust right now. I am afraid we've been involved in something bigger than ourselves, and so has Magnus. Do you trust me, Jace?"

Jace is silent for a few moments and Alec hopes, hopes with all he has that his brother will listen to him.

"You know I do.” He says eventually. “And I admit you have been the closest to Magnus, so if you believe he is innocent, I’ll help you prove it. Fuck… Mom won’t be elated if I ditch Clary, but you may have a point about her sudden arrival. I think she is ok, but we have to be cautious now. See you in a bit, brother."

"Thanks, Jace. We need to understand what the fuck is happening and we can’t afford to share information with anyone related to Idris right now. I am scared… And worried.”

“That makes the two of us.” Jace concludes before hanging up and Alec resumes running as fast as he can. The image of Magnus’ face transfigured with anger, his glowing eyes burning with indignation, sticks in his mind all the way down to Red Hook.

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He gets to their favorite Chinese restaurant, and the New York pack’s headquarters in barely 20 minutes. Jace and Isabelle are already there, waiting for him outside the place near the dock.

Isabelle runs toward him and hugs him seeking comfort; she looks like she has been crying and Alec wraps his arms around her. There is no Universe where Alec won’t comfort his sister.

“Alec! I am so sorry! They interrogated me on the Sword and asked so many questions. I tried to resist… But… It hurt so much…” 

Alec clenches his fists and sets his jaw. He is sure Isabelle hasn't heard anything crucial at the DuMort, at least according to what she's told him and Jace, and the Clave nearly tortured her into pulling what they wanted to hear from her.

"Iz, I'm so sorry. How are you now? Are you still in pain?"

"Well, I don't care about the pain. I just feel a little nauseous, but they induced me to say what they needed me to say. It was horrible. And then they said you were the smartest of us, the only one who understood that the High Warlock was the mastermind behind the conspiracy. Mom kept bragging about you with the Inquisitor and then the Consul came and she announced they have proof that Magnus was also the culprit for the theft of the Sword. Alec, my God, the Consul was so upset… I mean, Jia Penhallow is the coldest woman I know, but she was on the verge of losing her shit. She was freaking out and so was the Inquisitor."

Alec hugs his sister even more tightly,  while the girl has started sniffling again, wetting his T-shirt. Alec knows that her tears are not for the physical pain that she must have suffered during the interrogation but for the humiliation. Isabelle is a proud and fierce woman and he can only imagine what they put her through, what kind of questions they might have asked her. The mere fact that she spent the night in a vampire lair is downright unacceptable to the Clave. Still, they seem preoccupied with much more serious matters than a Shadowhunter girl with a bit too loose morals according to their standard. Jace is next to them, staring at Alec’s face with concerned eyes. He also looks very confused. The boy doesn't understand what the hell is going on, he's not used to understanding political schemes like his brother, he's a soldier who follows orders, but plots and conspiracies are definitely not his strong suit. He is so caught up in the moment, that does not sense Maia approaching. Well, maybe because the woman who appeared behind them had never been a threat to him. Not really.

“Hey, Lightwood. Can I have a word?”

Alec was, on the contrary, aware of Maia's arrival, and he knows she was referring to him. She and Alec are friends, they trust each other, but there is something off in her voice, a hint of worry and distrust. Maia came with two of her lieutenants, who are a few steps behind, not knowing if Alec and his two siblings are in fact friends... or foes. She is ready to fight them, to defend her pack, and Alec hates the Clave even more for jeopardizing what they have accomplished so far. The Shadowhunter releases his sister’s body and turns around slowly.

“Maia, I… We came to talk to you. It’s not what it seems, I can explain and… I need you to listen to me very carefully. Would you?”

“Well, there's a lot you need to explain, Lightwood, starting with the arrest warrant against Magnus. I mean, have you gone crazy? Are you trying to start a war? What the fuck, Alec…"

“Of course, I don’t want a war! And I won’t fight against you, whether you believe me or not. But please, would you listen to us? We want to… help Magnus. Shit, Maia, you know me, right? Tell me if there was ever a time when I lied to you, just once, and we'll walk away.”

Maia seems to be searching in her memories, but she knows Alec is not a liar. 

“What is Magnus accused of? Raphael called to tell me to take the whole pack away and hide someplace safe. But I'm not going to do that, ok? We did nothing wrong and we are not going to run away."

"No, Maia, listen, Raphael is right. You need to go and keep the others safe. I will fix this mess, I promise. I know you have nothing to do with this and Magnus doesn't either, but the Clave needs someone to blame, and Magnus… He is the perfect fall guy, don’t you think? They used me, Maia, it wasn’t my intention to get Magnus arrested, you have to believe me…”

Maia looks at him, gnawing at her lower lip, her eyes reduced to narrow slits. Then she makes a gesture with her hand toward the two werewolves behind her. And Alec exhales in relief.

“Ok, Alec. I will listen to you. We can go inside and talk in front of a plate of Moo Shu. All this bullshit made me hungry.”

Alec nods, smiling.

“Thanks, Maia. This means a lot to me.”

“Alec... God, we have known each other for so long... And I can't believe you or Isabelle could be such assholes, so, ok, I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but make sure you don't bullshit me, especially Jace, are we understood? If I hear any crap from him, I’ll put a muzzle on his pretty face."

The blond Shadowhunter's eyes go comically wide, as he opens and closes his mouth like a fish.

"Maia, come on! This is so unfair…” He complains, while Isabelle pats him on the shoulder, trying to soothe him. Maia and Alec exchange an amused look and let out a brief giggle before they start walking toward the restaurant, Isabelle preceding them and shaking her head at his dumb blond brother. 

Jace stands perfectly still for a few seconds, stubbornly offended, until he seems to realize something.

“Wait! Maia! Do you think my face is pretty?" He yells while stumbling on his feet to reach them.

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This is the result of his shallowness and honestly? Of his arrogance too. Magnus knows he's one of the most powerful Warlocks walking the Earth, but a little humility wouldn't hurt anyway. He managed to bring most of the Warlocks to safety and the entirety of Raphael's clan. The old evacuation procedures still work and his friends have helped him make the operation fast and fairly untraceable. Now he is alone with Cat, Ragnor, and Raphael, for a quick and hopefully useful brainstorming. New elements have come to light and the situation is even more disturbing than expected. With Ragnor's help, he checked the ley lines again and fuck… Someone messed around with him. From an initial check, Magnus had been able to perceive the portal that the High Warlock of Versailles, his friend Ambroise, had opened from the Paris Institute to Central Park. But by doing a slightly more in-depth scan, Magnus noticed that another portal was opened at the same time, again from Paris to New York. It was hard to notice because its magical footprint was cleverly intertwined into the first portal. Whoever had opened it had exploited the ley line channels between the two cities in a very clever way, Magnus had to admit that. And he knows who did it. At first, Magnus didn't check any portal that was confined in New York, but it was a mistake, because, thanks to Ragnor’s insistence, he found that the second portal bounced from Central Park to... Brooklyn. Of course. They are trying to frame him, right? He is accused of having stolen the Sword and, considering how dangerous it is in the eyes of the Clave, it's only natural that they want Magnus’ head. Oh, but Magnus will sell his life dearly and the first thing he'll do is find the Warlock responsible for the scam. Magnus wonders who is working with the Warlock. Alexander Lightwood? The Seelie Queen? Magnus must figure out who the enemy is to be ready to take them down. At the time of the first Uprising, an insignificant, vile Warlock, named Galaster Qibynn, sided with Valentine, offering his shuttling services for members of the Circle. When Valentine died, he became a fugitive criminal, and went awol. Until now, at least. Now faint remnants of his distinctive signature are still perceptible in the intricate weave of the city's magical lines.

"Magnus, what do we do now?"

"Now, I have to go to the Seelie court. I need to figure out which side the Queen is on, although I have no illusions about it, I also need to get a hold of Maia and to track down that asshole of Galaster. He's good at hiding his tracks, but if he's still in New York we'll find him."

"I’ll come with you." Raphael says resolutely, leaving no room for arguments.

"Raph..."

"Magnus, my clan is safe and I won't let you go to see the Queen alone, not when you think she may have betrayed us."

"What else should I think? She probably has the Sword, if she hasn't already given it to Lightwood. It takes demon blood to activate it, but Seelie's blood isn't good. It’s contaminated with angelic one. Unless… Unless there is something I am missing.”  

"I won't let you go alone. Maybe the Queen is looking for a… donor, after all.”

Magnus nods. It makes sense. He's not afraid to face the Queen alone, but Raphael can help him; besides, he couldn't convince Raphael to let him go alone.

"Ragnor… In the meantime, can you take care of looking for Galaster? And Cat, I need you to get in touch with Maia. Even werewolves have demon blood and… Alec can easily get to them. We have to warn them not to trust him."

"Okay, I'll portal there right away."

"Be careful, dear, and let me know right away if you talk to her. Bring them here, of course, should they accept our protection."

Magnus knows Maia is a proud leader, but she wouldn't put her pack at risk. Not for a Shadowhunter.

"We’ll meet here again as soon as possible. If you come across any of the Lightwood siblings… Take them, but don't harm them, are we clear? I need them alive."

Cat stares at him horrified. She is a healer. She is not going to hurt anyone. Not intentionally.

"Magnus..."

"I know, Cat. But I also know that you can defend yourself if you are under attack. Don’t hesitate in that case, ok? Anyway, I was talking to Ragnor and Raphael."

Ragnor may look like a middle-aged bookworm, but his magic is powerful and the Warlock knows quite a few deadly tricks. Raphael too is strong and fast and as loyal as he is unscrupulous. He hasn’t said a word about Isabelle’s betrayal so far. But the Vampire is not one to take backstabbing well. They all have survived through years of wars, riots, treason, and persecution and have seen the worst side of humanity, experienced it firsthand. Most importantly they have suffered the consequences of the cruelty and madness Shadowhunters are capable of. So, they all can defend themselves and Magnus will make sure this will be the last time they need to.

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"High Warlock Bane, it is a pleasure to see you again at my Court."

The Queen’s voice sounds as velvety as absolutely mocking.

"Your Highness, thank you for seeing us."

"Of course. We’ve been through difficult times, so I assume you're seeking refuge. I hear the Clave wants to arrest you. You can stay here under my protection as long as you like, Magnus. And the Vampire too."

"Thank you, Your Highness, I can defend myself, but I've come to see if you have any information to share with us."

"I think you mean about the Sword, am I wrong?"

"No... I know it was brought to New York. Do you have any idea where it is?"

"Well, I know it's not in New York anymore. You know about its true power, don't you Magnus?"

Obviously, the Queen is dodging his questions and trying to question him in turn.

"I'm aware of it."

"Not many Downwolders are."

"That’s why the Clave thinks I have the Sword. The fact is that I know who has it."

"You do? And why don't you tell me?"

"Because you already know, Amara. As you know about its power."

If the Queen skips the formalities and calls him by name, Magnus can do just the same. The Queen has decided to meet him in her child form. But Magnus doesn't allow himself to be influenced by that. Amara has lived for more than a millennium and Magnus becomes more and more convinced that she was behind the disappearance of the Sword in the first place.

"Are you worried about the Nephilim’s fate, Magnus? I didn't know you cared about them."

"I'm concerned about the Mundanes and Downwolders living on Earth. Without Shadowhunters protecting..."

"Shadowhunters have no interest in protecting Warlocks, Magnus, or Vampires or Werewolves. I thought you understood that." Her voice has sharpened.

"And who could do that instead?"

"They're not the only ones with angelic blood, you know." She says, grinning not so subtly.

"Of course… because the Seelies care about fighting demons for the safety of the Mundanes." Magnus can't help sounding sarcastic and derisive.

"Maybe it's time to take on a new perspective on the matter, Magnus. What would you think about a world without barriers, without divisions, without racial segregation, all living creatures united in a single Kingdom that extends itself to the infernal dimensions.

"What the fuck..." Raphael mutters next to Magnus.

Suddenly the situation takes on a completely different connotation. The Queen… She doesn't want to protect the Mundanes in place of Shadowhunters, she wants to exterminate them. She wants to release hordes of demons on Earth until only Downwolders will remain.

"You can't be serious."

“I'm just speculating, Magnus. You know the Sword has several powers, right? And one is to break down the barriers between dimensions. It's just a dream, a dream of equality and freedom. But you need to make a choice now. You can stay here, by my side, or go back there and face your death by the hand of the Clave."

Magnus scoffs. As if the Clave could catch him.

"You're insane, but it doesn't surprise me. Not really. I am just curious, though… What did you promise Alexander Lightwood to help you? Immortality? Power? What?"

The Queen seems genuinely taken aback by the insinuation and that doesn't happen often.

"Alexander Lightwood? You mean the dark-haired brother of that Shadowhunter my fairies and warriors occasionally have fun with? He counts for nothing... and without his runes, he will be dead in no time. So why bother about him?"

Oh… Well, the Seelies can't lie and Magnus has run out of questions to ask. Her last statement wasn’t what he expected, but Alec Lightwood may have his own reasons and goals and work on his own. Or with his brother and sister.

"I think we overstayed our welcome, Amara. It was lovely to see you.”

"That's the wrong answer, Magnus. I thought you were smarter."

Magnus feels something move near his feet. Enchanted plants are growing out of the soil and about to grab his ankles to prevent him from escaping. But Magnus was prepared. With a quick gesture, he incinerates the nooses and throws himself at Raphael, knocking him down to the ground but simultaneously opening a portal around them that takes them back to their temporary headquarters.

"Get off me, Magnus. You are not light, you know?".

Of course, Raphael has to be his dramatic self

“Sorry if I have just saved you from being kidnapped, Raphael.” Magnus retorts flatly, getting up on his feet and helping the other man too.

"I was ready to flee; you know I have vampire speed, do you?"

The Hispanic man deadpans, smoothing his rumpled suit.

"Ungrateful."

“Drama Queen.”

Magnus is about to continue his bantering with the Vampire, when a fire message from Cat  materializes in his hand.

"The Jade Wolf is empty. No one is here and Maia isn't answering her phone. Maybe she got her pack to safety somewhere."

Magnus reads it for Raphael’s benefit.

"Unlikely." is the realist comment the Vampire murmurs and Magnus agrees. The woman had been very clear with him. The pack wasn’t going to leave New York. But strange things are happening, so he cannot be sure.

"Do you think the Lightwoods took them?"

"I don't know Magnus, but what the Queen said doesn't make sense. Could it be that Isabelle's brother isn't involved in this mess?"

Magnus knows what Raphael is implying. Maybe Isabelle is innocent after all.

"I don't know… Fuck, I don't know what to think anymore."

He quickly sends Cat a message to tell her to come back in when a green portal opens in the middle of the room.

Ragnor emerges from it, dragging with him another man, shorter and thinner, bald and with round glasses. He is handcuffed and a little… ruffled.

"I found this jackweed trying to escape the City..."

"Great job, Ragnor. I knew I could count on you, my dear cabbage. Hi, Galaster. Long time no see, am I right?"

"Fuck you, Bane."

“Oh, no, Galaster. You are the one who is fucked up. You should haven’t gone against me. Big mistake you made, darling, you have no idea how big it was. Oh, but you’ll learn about it very soon.”

Raphael can’t help but feel a cold shiver down his spine, and Vampires don’t shiver usually, but the smirk on Magnus’ lips is wicked. He hasn’t seen that smirk in so long that he has almost forgotten what Magnus is capable of to protect the ones he loves. 

There's something demonic about his lopsided smile, cruel, lacking the usual kindness and benevolence that Magnus bestows on the people he considers friends. And his voice is so…cold. Everything about Magnus, his eyes, his posture, his grin, is the clear telltale of an incoming war. The Vampire really wouldn't want to be in the shoes of the captured Warlock right now and he takes a moment to thank his God that Magnus is on his side.

Because, not even divine mercy will be able to save those who are not.

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An hour earlier

Eventually, Maia was convinced and sent her pack, 27 people in total, to the Praetor Lupus headquarters for protection. After arranging the sudden and urgent transfer and supervising that everyone left within half an hour, she and her second-in-command Lily join Alec again, who is still sitting at the table. Isabelle and Jace, instead, are already on their way back to the Institute. They are going to test the ground and understand what the Clave intends to do about the fugitive High Warlock, while Alec with the two werewolf girls will try to locate Magnus. Since Maia has received several calls from Cat, a Warlock healer very close to Magnus, she suggests calling the woman and asking for a meeting. Maybe Magnus trusts Maia enough to agree with that. Alec's hopes aren't very high, but tracking the Warlock down, it's pretty much an impossible mission, so he agrees with Maia to give her idea a try.

"Do you think she will convince Magnus to meet with us?"

"I don't know Alec. He might think this is a trap, or that you forced me to help you; or even that you may be threatening my pack. Wouldn't you think that?"

"Yeah… Of course, I would. And he'd think it was a trap even if you told him I'm your hostage."

Alec considers rather grimly. "There is nothing we can say that will make him trust us. Trust me.”

"For this very reason, we will aim to tell the plain and simple truth. What do you say?"

Alec sighs, looking at his hands clasped together on the table.

"Okay, call her. And let's prepare ourselves for the worst."

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"Where the Hell have you been?"

Uncharacteristically, Maryse sounds more concerned than angry.

"Mother… We had a lead to catch Warlock Bane, but he screwed us over again. We've lost track of him. We are sorry."

"Where's Alec?"

"He's still hunting him down. You know how stubborn Alec can be."

Maryse squints at him. Well, that is true, at least. Her eldest can be bull-headed to the point of becoming unmanageable. Jace is usually more inclined to follow her orders… If only to sneak out of the Institute and do his…thing. Usually. Not last time, though. He disobeyed her, quite blatantly.

"By the way… Why did you dump Clary here? You disobeyed my direct orders, Jace."

The boy rolls his eyes at her and he looks annoyingly like his brother.

“Because Magnus doesn't know her and Alec thought that if it was just us, I mean me, him, and Isabelle, maybe we'd catch him by surprise. We have already been to his place… But someone must have warned him. There was no sign of him anywhere and even Raphael's clan and Maia's pack have gone, vanished into thin air."

Maryse hums, crossing her arms over her chest. She looks at Isabelle then, who is keeping herself unusually silent and put together. She seems concerned about something. Maybe she has finally realized that her so-called friends are not as loyal as she believed them to be, Maryse reasons, not feeling really sorry for her.

"They're gathering an army... I bet they'll move against Alicante before we know it. If they have the Sword… God have mercy on us all..."

"Mother... Would you tell us what is special about this Sword and what has it to do with the uprising you have been babbling about?"

The woman sighs and she seems to evaluate whether to tell her children the truth or not.

“Okay… I wouldn't be allowed to tell you. The Consul told me the truth because apparently it is a need-to-know basis situation and since I am coordinating the operations here in New York, I need to know.”

Her tone is petulant. It is even too evident she is not happy about being left in New York, where a bunch of rogue Downwolders are planning on exterminating every Shadowhunter.

“The Morning Star Sword has the power to throw down the barrier between the hellish dimensions and ours. Demons would flock to Earth in droves. And if it were activated by a Nephilim hand and dropped into Lyn Lake along with the Mortal Cup filled with demon blood… Well… That would be the end of the Shadowhunters’ lineage. For good. Our runes would… burn away."

Jace and Isabelle gape at their mother horrified.

"What??? But that's absurd! Why would the High Warlock want to derune us? It makes no sense at all! He is a good man." 

Isabelle exclaims and Maryse scoffs at her. Her daughter is still so naive, isn’t she? She never learns, but this time she will have to.

"Well, Magnus Bane is half demon and his father is a Greater Demon, one of the most powerful and mischievous even. The greatest Demons have a score to settle with Angels, after all. So, he probably just desires to get rid of us in order to rule Hell and the mundane world alike with his father."

"This is ridiculous!”

Isabelle can't help but mutter, lowering her gaze.

"No, it's not. And the sooner you wake up from your torpor and realize that the fantastic world where Downwolders are our friends doesn't exist, has never existed, the better. In any case, the Clave isn't sitting on its hands. Sebastian has had a very good idea. He and Clary have gone to Idris to get the Cup. They'll take it as far from Lake Lyn as possible to a secret location. It's too dangerous now to leave the Cup in Alicante. Look, you'd better get in touch with your brother and help him track down Magnus Bane. Idris borders will be sealed soon, no one will be able to enter or leave, so you better make yourself useful here. Go and bring me that Warlock and his accomplices, understood?"

Jace and Isabelle exchange a dubious look, but there's no time now to try to reason with their mother, rendered irrational by fear and anger at being left behind in New York.

But she is right about one thing. They have to find Magnus and get him to help them and look for who is really behind all this mess.

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“Madam Inquisitor, we've come to get the cup. We will take it to the Johannesburg Institute.”

"The Consul has given his all-clear to the transfer.” The woman seems to hesitate for a moment. “Verlac, don't lose it as you did with the Sword. I will hold you personally responsible."

The  blond boy bows his head, respectfully. Clary is way less impressed, she is used to having to deal with Imogen Herondale. Her mother is rather close to the woman, after all. Not that Clary or Jocelyn can tell their superior officer everything. Some things needs to remain under wraps.

"Of course, Madam Inquisitor. The transfer remained absolutely confidential."

"I entrust the Cup to both of you, then. Two guards will accompany you to the portal. Clary?”

Her expression and voice soften a little. “How did the transfer to the New York Institute go? I guess you didn't expect to face such a serious crisis right away. I know you’ll do your best."

Clary smiles at the Inquisitor, nodding enthusiastically, while Sebastian looks a little surprised by her confidence in front of the powerful and intimidating woman.

"Of course. I haven't had the opportunity to really settle in. But I'm happy to have taken service at the Institute and to be able to make myself useful."

"I am sure you will. Now go, we don’t have time to waste. We expect an attack any minute. Complete the mission and then go  back to New York. After you leave, every portal in or out of Idris will be shut down."

"At your orders, Madam Inquisitor." Sebastian bawls sternly, before looking at Clary and smiling at her, but Clary looks back at him with a weird expression, without smiling back.

"Shall we go, Sebastian?"

"Sure, Clarissa. Lead the way." He says back with a just as weird tone. They start walking away, but discomfort seeps into her bone when she has to give her back to the guy. There is something odd about him. Wrong. Something that Clary can't exactly pinpoint, but that makes her skin cringe.

She holds the Cup in one of her hands, the other one clasped around the hilt of her dagger along her flank. After all, Clary has always trusted her gut, and her gut is telling her not to trust the blond Shadowhunter behind her.

#malec fic #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fic #shmb2023

[aphroditeinarms]

my blood is poisoned. i’m inherently a liar, a manipulator, a burden. i have sins that aren’t my own, but the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it? my own cannot be told from the other. i am barren, dried up like a rag left in the sun for far too long, yet i’m overflowing. i have sunk to the ocean’s floor, choking on my own spiteful blood. i will sleep like a thoughtless child, then i will wake up and remember it all again. i am my mother’s daughter. i am my mother’s best friend. that should not be as bitter a statement as it is. i am my mother’s daughter, i am car crash wreckage and the breath that you have been holding in since you were born. i am my mother’s daughter, i hope that i can be saved.

#mommy issues #original poem #poetry #poets on tumblr

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

Kenneth's extended relatives coming over to Nockfell and somehow being worse than Kenneth was. Travis and Larry didn't think there could've been worse, but then finding out that Kenneth's older "brother" and "father" were both bad-touchers(and that's probably why Travis has seen moments with Kenneth where he's seemed completely off the rails), and that his sisters were all married off to much older men.

Kenneth would pride himself in being better than his family in some regards. Travis wasn’t married off. He didn’t touch him. He didn’t do half the things Kenneth had experienced by Travis’ age. However he can not protect him from them either. Aunts that lost their innocence and happiness who can only find menial joy when berating and nitpicking innocent bystanders. An uncle who likes to give uncomfortable caresses. A grandfather who will just blatantly size him up and verbally assault him.

Travis never once though Kenneth was a good parent, but these people made him glad he was the only one that law hasn’t removed the child from. He heard of his uncle getting banned from being near schools and children for horrible lewd comments made to some. His aunts had their kids removed for neglect and abuse. His grandfather was sterilized by a rather convenient injury to his testicles.

But that doesn’t stop them from sniffing out the one remaining Phelps child to try and terrorize. They just didn’t account for the friends Travis may have made by this time. Including, but not limited too; an edgy whore who fights everyone, a tiny menace with unchecked anger issues and ptsd, a demon, and a couple of gays with too many skills and too much time on their hands. (And their token hets)

The first instance of bad touching Travis doesn’t notice. He thinks it’s affection and allows it. How would he know a hug shouldn’t last so long and Hands shouldn’t touch those places? Kenneth refused to hug. He hates hugging kids because it reminded him too much of his past.

Travis would unknowingly fall into the trap where he would be ultimately abused. Of course he would run to tell. He can’t tell Kenneth they were doing the same to him, though they only preyed upon Kenneth while they actively sought after Travis. His aunts were useless. They were too busy wallowing in their own self pity. So he turned to the unlikely friends he made. In a fit of tears, snot and some blood from fighting back, he may have managed to rally a very angry ghost hunter and an even angrier demon.

Travis wouldn’t tell a soul why his family suddenly disappeared. His grandfather went for a walk and most have wandered off in the woods. His aunts and uncle went looking for him and vanished too! Kenneth stayed home to wait with Travis. Just incase they ever return :>

(Not that they will, but if they did Alien Larry with poisonous skin secretions!!! )

Kenneth didn’t want to tell Travis about them, but now that Travis handled them he feels the urge to let it all out. And he does. Travis can see his father is only shitty because his entire family was. The Apple didn’t get the chance to fall far from the tree.

#sally face #sally face au #travis phelps #larry johnson #sal fisher #larry x travis #larvis #laravis #salvis #sal x travis

[dusmoros]

      they say that black cats have nine lives,  and stray cats have more.  they say that one should count their blessings,  because every time they should survive a life or death situation,  there is another version of them in another time that does not.

but what of those who are swept up into a blessed curse by one who understands little of what it means to love?  for Noah,  death is only the end to a branching path of the great tree of life.  he will die,  has died,  will die again,  and the hands of fate will merely cut off the rotting branch from the great tree.

since his arrival within Twisted Wonderland,  the being known as Noah Kaneshiro has died approximately 149 times,  and should he die in this current cycle,  he shall have died approximately 150 times.

        ORIGIN OF THE END  :  though the cause for the chimera’s appearance is unknown,  Noah’s death at the hands of the beast was felt nearly instantly in the heart of [ REDACTED ],  and marked the first bad end and the beginning of this nightmare.

       from here on is a list of 100 of his deaths,  some more memorable than others.

        001 -  010  :   killed by the chimera.  the first ten deaths ran a similar path to the origin,  with Noah dying during the fight against the chimera due to his / her desire to save a specific person.          011  :  starvation due to the escalation of an undocumented eating disorder,  specifically anorexia.         012  :  beheaded by OFF WITH YOUR HEAD! leaving riddle to have a mental breakdown,  having actually beheaded someone with his unique magic.         013  :  severe head injury caused by ace knocking him into the statue of the queen of hearts during his scuffle with grim.         014  :  killed by the phantom of the mines.  a most gruesome death.         015 - 017  :  killed by overblot riddle.  various massacres,  and most often caused by not being cautious enough or being far too bold in the fight.        018  :  ruptured stomach.  after relapsing,  noah would turn to bulimia,  and during one of his nightly binges,  he would overeat and cause his stomach to rupture.  terrible way to go.       019  :  trauma caused by overblot riddle.  after the terrifying battle with riddle,  it was no surprise that noah would succumb to his wounds,  physically and mentally.  a painfully slow death,  wherein noah retreated into his own mind,  and left his body to waste away in a cot within the infirmary.        020  :  killed by the chimera.  most notable event during this cycle was noah’s closeness to malleus,  and the physical scars which had manifested upon his body when awakening in the coffin.  these scars and bruises coincide with his previous death,  and remained anomalous to him throughout his attendance at nrc.         021 - 030  :  killed by the chimera.  unlike the previous awakening and death,  noah would show no signs of previous cycles,  although he would start having certain knee-jerk reactions to certain incidents.         031  :  asphyxiation.  in desperate attempts to learn of carnal pleasures,  noah should have taken into account their lover’s strength.         032  :  poisoning.  beware apples given by strangers,  no matter how beautiful that stranger might be.  a lesson which sent noah to the grave.         033 - 036  :  turned to sand.  in the numerous fights against leona,  it would seem that noah just could not get the upper hand.         037  :  chocking on his own vomit.  having a horrible reaction to one of the meals he taste tested,  noah would meet his end passed out in the infirmary.         038  :  tramped to death.  whilst ruggie controlled the equivalent of a wildebeest stampede,  noah just so happened to fall into the crowd.         039  :  fugu.  whilst eels can eat the poisonous flesh of puffer fish,  humans cannot.  suppose noah should have told floyd about that.         040  :  crushed to death by a falling cauldron,  and of course it was deuce’s fault.          041  :  poisoning.  by some cruel turn of fate,  a dish served by jade had poisonous mushrooms.  although he may have liked the tingle,  it seemed that noah’s nervous system could only collapse.         042  :  crushed to death by a falling ortho.  during the preparations for the star gazer event,  by pure happenstance,  noah would attempt to catch the falling child when he suddenly ran out of power.         043  :  snapped neck caused by ace knocking him into the statue of the Queen of Hearts.  a strangely familiar death.         044  :  starvation.  a cave-in in the mines,  and with no food to find,  such an slow end was all there was for noah.         045  :  death by chimera.  this time,  however,  noah cannot ignore this vague feeling like he has been through this before.  yet when he asks grim or others,  they can recall no feeling of deja vu  ...  with the exception of  [ REDACTED ],  who cannot tell him the cause of this strange feeling.         046 - 055  :  starvation.  by his very nature,  noah cannot escape his own weaknesses,  often falling prey to anorexia,  and so very rarely falling prey to bulimia.         056  :  perforated intestines.  one should always practice safe sex,  especially with a merman with somewhat limited knowledge of the human body.         057  :  drowning.  who said the potion azul gave noah and his friends would actually last long underwater?         058  :  asphyxiation.  floyd was notorious for playing rough,  but according to the laws of the sea,  it is kill or be killed.         059  :  beheaded by overblot riddle.  an all too familiar death,  it was just before noah’s life faded that he realized he had been killed by riddle many,  many times.         060  :  electrocution.  an accident caused by idia when noah was doing maintenance in ignihyde.         061 - 62  :  starvation.  caused by a relapse.         063  :  death by overblot azul.         064  :  heatstroke.  marching in the hellish heat of the scarabia dorm’s desert was never a good idea for someone so malnourished.         065 :  crushed windpipe.  fighting to escape scarabia only led to a violent death at the hands of other students.         066  :  suffocation from laughing to death.  perhaps noah had gotten a little too into floyd’s jokes,  because he just couldn’t stop laughing.         067  :  broken neck.  tripping over grim and careening down the stairs,  quite the way to go.          068  :  death by chimera.         069  :  blood loss.  perhaps bedding two and a half-fae isn’t exactly the best idea,  but at least it was a fun one.         070  :  a collapsing of the timeline.  in a unique twist of events,  it would seem that the world cannot handle multiple branching paths crossing into each other,  and the reveal that two who do not belong coexisting with noah can only cause a small rupture.  a forced reset if you will.         071  :  hemolysis.  after receiving a near fatal injury,  it was absolutely necessary to receive multiple transfusions,  however due to noah’s blood type  ...         072  :  blunt-force trauma.  an incident during flight class causes kalim to collide into noah and grim’s broom,  and as heroic as ever,  he sacrificed himself for grim,  hitting the ground with tremendous force.         073  :  seizure.  shortly after awakening,  noah has a grandmal seizure.  the memory of the previous life was,  obviously,  to blame.         074  :  drowning.  albeit a disgusting end,  noah manages to drown in his own vomit.         075  :  stomach rupturing.  during the very curious events of halloween,  noah finds himself possessed by a very hungry ghost who only wanted to know what it was like to feel full again.         076  :  alcohol poisoning.  there ought to be some warning about consuming large quantities of alcohol on an empty stomach in the midst of winter.         077  :  beheading by a tiger.  an event which occurred during the midst of vargas camp,  when noah and floyd crossed paths with vali and his familiar.  this incident would manage to psychologically scar noah for the rest of his existence.         078  :  shot through the heart by rook during one of noah’s more brutal cycles.         079  :  poisoned during vil’s overblot.         080  :  torn apart by both floyd and jade,  a sacrifice made to let his friends escape the tweels with azul’s requested photo.         081  :  hanging.  after awakening within the coffin,  noah hid the fact that he had any recollections of the previous few deaths,  and,  desperately,  took his own life in an attempt to escape whatever is occurring.         082  :  crushed to death by falling cauldron.  one need only look upon adeuce and grim to know what led to this incident.         083 - 84  :  starvation.         085  :  assisted suicide.  an eternal slumber is more a curse than a blessing,  no matter how gentle one is cradled in the claws of a dragon.  and although silver was never one to question malleus,  even he could not let this go on.  a blade to pierce the heart,  to end this eternal dream,  was but a gift to noah.         086  :  bloodloss.  after word got out about noah’s rare bloodtype,  the ramshackle prefect would disappear from the school.  wherever he ended up,  of course,  led to him losing quite a bit of blood.         087  :  hemolysis.  when sustaining multiple life ending injuries,  one should document whether blood can actually be received.         088 - 90  :  starvation.         091  :  death by overblot idia & ortho.          092  :  death by overblot deuce.  an anomaly among the cycles,  whatever causes deuce to overblot instead of riddle is enough to,  momentarily,  signal to noah that nothing is correct.         093  :  falling off a cliff.  in an attempt to lead the monster to the camper’‘s trap at night,  noah would,  instead,  fall off a cliff,  and vargas,  unable to save him,  would call off the rest of the camp activities.         094  :  broken neck.  after tripping into one of the ramshackle ghosts,  noah went careening down the stairs.  for a short time,  he really did wonder who that busty kid at the bottom of the steps was.         095  :  suffocation.  whilst assisting azul in maintaining his health and cleanliness of his tentacles,  those curious limbs ended up winding around his body as tight as possible.         096  :  falling into a cauldron.  during potionology,  it seems that jamil’s fear of bugs doesn’t stop just because he’s working in close quarters with numerous chemicals and a dozen other students,  and so,  when he accidentally slams into noah,  the poor lad goes head first into the magically imbued chemical concoction.         097  :  death by idia during confinement.         098  :  assisted suicide.  after being made into a living bloodbank for the leech family,  by some stroke of luck,  noah’s pitiful state garners jade’s sympathy and he takes it upon himself to choke the lingering life out of him.         099  :  death by sebek.  perhaps it was brought on by jealousy,  perhaps carelessness,  but for just a moment,  noah wondered if this was revenge for something that happened so long ago.         100  :  [ REDACTED ]  the events leading up to this particular death are tied up in idia,  malleus,  and grim,  and shall remain unknown.  what shall remain is this  :  for me.  for them.  for yourself.  we all have very little time left.

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Don’t Mess with These Dangerous Plants that Grow in North America

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Don’t Mess with These Dangerous Plants that Grow in North America

You’ve heard of poison ivy and poison oak, but these are just two of many harmful plants you might come across in your outdoor adventures in North America. 

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As you hike, bike, climb, fish, camp, and frolic, beware of these dangerous plants—they’re harmful for humans to touch and/or ingest, and each of them grows somewhere in North America. Learn how to identify them so you don’t accidentally get hurt.

Castor Bean Plant

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Castor oil may be safe to ingest if you need a laxative, but parts of the castor bean plant are extremely dangerous. If you brush up against this plant, that may be enough to irritate your skin. It’s those seeds, though, that you want to stay far away from. Castor seeds contain ricin, a natural toxin that’s 6,000 times more poisonous than cyanide and 12,000 times more poisonous than rattlesnake venom, according to the University of Wisconsin-Madison. Castor bean seed pods look different depending on the variety, and they range in color from bright red to pink or peach, with leaves that range from green to purple.

Giant Hogweed

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This plant isn’t supposed to grow in North America, but it does, so beware. Mostly found in the northeast U.S., giant hogweed produces toxic sap that can cause severe skin irritation and blindness. It’s a member of the same family of plants as carrots, but if sap from a broken leaf or stem touches your skin, giant hogweed will ruin your week, causing lesions and blisters that could even leave the affected area sensitive to UV light for years to come.

Manchineel Tree

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If you’re ever at the beach in southern Florida and fancy a little green apple thingy growing on a tree, don’t. The manchineel tree has been called the most dangerous tree in the world, and its “beach apples” are straight-up deadly. Most parts of this tree are poisonous—the milky sap will make your skin very angry and that sweet-smelling fruit could end your life. Even standing under this tree during a rainstorm could be dangerous, since the raindrops falling through the foliage above you might collect toxins that will burn your skin on contact. 

Poison Ivy, Poison Oak, and Poison Sumac

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Touching any of these common poisonous plants will leave you wishing you hadn’t. Poison ivy, poison oak, and poison sumac all produce urushiol oil, a nasty substance that pretty much everyone is allergic to. All three of these offenders cause an itchy skin rash that includes redness, swelling, and blisters. Poison ivy and poison oak look similar and have three leaflets (remember that saying “leaves of three, let them be”?). Poison sumac doesn’t follow those rules and has clusters of up to 13 leaflets arranged in pairs.

Water Hemlock

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Water hemlock plants are a group of toxic plants related to parsley that grow in wet places in North America (and elsewhere). For water hemlock to be dangerous, you must consume it. Unfortunately, people do sometimes consume it by accident, because these plants look similar to wild edibles like carrots and celery. If you consume water hemlock, it could kill you in just 15 minutes. Compared to wild carrots, water hemlock’s white flowers are not as tightly clustered and the stems have purple splotches.

In general, whether you’re foraging for wild edibles or simply spending time out in nature, be aware of your surroundings, do your research before you handle or eat plants, and never underestimate Mother Nature. 

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