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ilonavic · 6 years

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l was tagged by @ferelden-doglord. Thank you for giving me a fun and interesting tag to do this evening, when I’m mad about having wasted my time on a failed class reunion which I wasted a whole BAG OF CHIPS ON . last (1-5) drink ♡ Some kind of mango-pineapple-drink. phone call ♡ My mum. text msg ♡ My dad. song you listened to ♡ Game of Thrones soundtracks. time you cried ♡ Last Friday cos my colleague who lack any kind of moral compass and sense of right and wrong, honor and loyalty left me in the rotting shit and had me come in to work Friday night when I had a test to study for and promised my mom I’d finally spend the evening with her after having worked many many previous Friday evenings GOD IM SO ANGSTY ever..? (6-11) dated someone twice ♡ I hate dating with a passion, so no. No one’s been outstanding enough to make me go through that hell more than once. kissed someone and regretted it ♡ All of them, haha. been cheated on ♡ No. Well, @vaporeox cheats on me everyday but that’s a different story. I don’t wanna get into it, too painful. </3 lost someone special ♡ Hmm, no. If they’re special, I’ve never lost them, because I work extremely hard to keep the special ones in my life, since they deserve it. But if I simply lost them, they weren’t special to me. been depressed ♡ I get winter depressions almost every year due to the lack of sunlight in the winters here. It sucks and I hate it. But it always pass. gotten drunk/thrown up ♡ Never thrown up, but gotten drunk. fav colors (12-14) I love blue or red for different occasions. Green too, in the summers. in the last yr have you.. (15-21) made new friends/ mutuals ♡ Last year I met the most wonderful friends I’ve ever encountered in my life. fallen out of love ♡ I’ve never been in love. laughed until you cried ♡ Yup! found out someone was talking about you ♡ Yeah, it always lowers my respect for them in my eyes, they lose a bit of dignity too. Cowardice and low intelligence, having nothing better to do than to discuss the lives of other people that does not concern you? I’ll never understand it. met someone who changed you ♡ Indeed, many of my friends have influenced me a lot. general (22-51) how many of your FB friends do you know irl ♡ Around 70% maybe. do you have any pets ♡ My lovely doggo and 3 aquariums for fish. do you want to change your name ♡ Nah. No reason for it. what did you do for your prev. birthday ♡ Literally cried because it was my 20th birthday and everyone, including friends and family, forgot it. what time did you wake up today ♡ Around 11. what were you doing @ midnite last night ♡ Watched YouTube. what is something you can’t wait for ♡ To move out of my parent’s house, start university and finally adopt a long awaited Husky. (if I move to northern Sweden, cos I would never get a husky in the big cities, only up north where they literally BELONG) (I’d most likely train it to drag a sled) what’re you listening to atm ♡ Lol, nothing. have you ever talked to a person named Tom ♡ I think so? something that’s getting on your nerves ♡ People. God I hate people. most visited site ♡ YouTube, probably, and Facebook/Tumblr. hair color ♡ Light blonde. long/ short hair ♡ Pretty short. do you have a crush on some1 ♡ I have like 100 crushes but that’s all a crush is, and nothing more, barely even related to love for me. what do you like about yourself ♡ Not being naive, being able to read people like a crystal clear wall depicting all their insecurities. And being loyal, reasonable and optimistic. want any piercings ♡ No. So far I haven’t seen any that looks good besides earrings, but even those can look absurd sometimes. blood type ♡ Uuuuuuuuuuuum.. “O” I think? nicknames ♡ Vic, Vicky, Vicki-Picki, Toria. relationship status ♡ Single and free as a bird. zodiac ♡ Pisces. pronoun(s ♡ Batman m9. fav tv/ on-air shows ♡ Game of Thrones, Vikings and New Girl/Parks and Rec/The office. tattoos? ♡ No, but I’d love to get a small one. rightie or leftie ♡ Rightie. ever had surgery ♡ No. piercings ♡ Neeu. sports ♡ Freestyle rapper. vacation ♡ What’s the question? Whatever it is, London. trainers ♡ What? moar general (52-58) eating ♡ Salmon. drinking ♡ Water. i’m about to watch ♡ Sleep. waiting for ♡ University. want ♡ To meet my friends. get married ♡ no?? Unless it’s @cirillach then yes career ♡ Professor, author, director :)) which is better (59-65) hugs/kisses ♡ Hugs. lips/eyes ♡ Lips. shorter/taller ♡ Anyone shorter than me would be a midget, so taller. older/younger ♡ Older. nice arms/ stomach ♡ Arms. hookup/relationship ♡ Relationship. troublemaker/hesitant ♡ Troublemaker. I think . I mean, if they’re never up to do anything a little fun or exciting it’s kinda dull, but you don’t like a person who literally gets you into bad shit cos they wanna rob a store or sth

have you ever (66-75) kissed a stranger ♡ No. drank hard liquor ♡ Yes. lost glasses ♡ EVERYDAY turned someone down ♡ A lot indeed, have any of you been in a bar? You have to turn down 100 000 guys before the night is over. sex on 1st date ♡ Never. broken a heart ♡ Yes, but the purpose was never to hurt anyone, but too many people don’t understand the thing with aromantism, which I’m pretty sure I must be, or my system is broken. had your heart broken ♡ I don’t really believe in getting your “heart broken”... It’s too clichée for me. My heart can’t be broken, IT’S A MUSCLE. I have obviously never been in love, and I’ve never befriended jackasses either. I pick the good, loyal people who wouldn’t “break maaa huurrt” god im such an insensitive lil shit arent i been arrested ♡ No. cried when someone died ♡ No one’s died. Well, grandpa, but I was too small to understand it then. I miss him now, but I haven’t cried about it. Oufff, my bunny died on my birthday! I cried for that <////3 it was so sad fallen for a friend ♡ No. do you believe in.. (76-81) yourself ♡ I do. Or I’d never even TRY to succeed at anything. miracles ♡ Definitely not. I think everything that happens has some kind of logic behind it, facts, that does not mean it’s some kind of “incredible miracle”. Something occurred and it lead to whatever happened. love @ first sight ♡ No. santa clause ♡ @lunedin is santa claus kiss on a 1st date ♡ Ugh, no. angels ♡ I’m stupid, but kinda.. Idk. Idk? Idk. I want to believe it but, it’s very illogical and it makes no sense so it’s hard to. But I believe many in my family have been protected by guardian angels, perhaps an old relative. other (82-85) best friend’s name ♡ Clara, Kinga, Sara, Livia, Mathias. Also my siblings for sure; Simon, Claudia and Kevin. eye color ♡ Brown-green. fav movie ♡ The Pianist. fav actor ♡ Emma Stone is pretty incredible.

I’m tagging: @bryd-one-brere @cirillach @noonvraith @lunedin @lay-aboard-lads @vaporeox @jobenheim @vernon-roche @silnaniewinna and whoever wants to do it ye

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marcythewerewolf · 7 years

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You said you do accept fic request? I have one but it's a bit of a weird one.Would you be willing to write a fic where Emma meets show!Clary? I just like the idea of seeing your take on how Emma would react to the version of Clary from the show since the characters from the show are pretty different from their book selves.

Sure! You’re right, mixing mediums is always fun even if it can be a bit hard to set up sometimes. There were two ways to do this one, either having little preteen show!Emma meeting Clary, or full on dimension hopping. In keeping with the canon of the show, I decided to mix them up a bit.

The Seelie Queen had promised the gate would take her some where different, but Emma hadn’t banked on just how different this new world would be.

She’d woken up in the New York Institute, in a body that was hers but decidedly not, without a parabatai rune on her arm.

Even with her mission (find the alternate version of the Black Book, copy down the spells the Queen needed, get the hell out) fresh in her mind, she still couldn’t help but panic a little. It was horrible to feel the scars and muscles so carefully honed and hard won disappear or shift infinitesimally. Even her balance was off. Alternate Emma, whoever she was, spent a lot more time on leg day and clearly hadn’t taken as many upper body injuries as Emma had. Her hair was darker, and when she looked down at herself she realized she now had less of a tan.

The room was strange too. Julian’s artwork wasn’t on her walls. Cortana was at her bedside, that was reassuring, but there was a laptop as well. Shadowhunters never had laptops. And though she could have sworn she was in the New York Institute, it felt… wrong.

Well, it was her room. The clothes in the closet proved as much. She was supposed to be here, and the Seelie Queen had promised she’d be sent to the reality where she had the best chance of getting to the Black Book. There was nothing to do but explore.

(Just in case, she grabbed Cortana and fastened it to her belt. Not having a parabatai bond was more disconcerting than she’d reckoned on, but a sword at your hip made everything better.)

Downstairs was even stranger. The Institute was crowded with Shadowhunters, more than Emma had ever seen in one place outside of Idris or a battlefield. Technology lined the walls, holographic images danced in thin air in front of her. It was dazzling, like something out of a movie. Like a spaceship, it wasn’t something you expected to be confronted with in real-life.

“I’m not complaining, Jules,” she whispered to herself, “But I think in this universe we’re all Batman.”

Ty would have loved it. Livia too, she thought with a vicious pang of heartache. She shoved it down and strode forward, pretending she was supposed to be here. Her badass strut was immediately diminished by the fact that she had to dodge a floating map of New York.

The Shadowhunter controlling it, a young woman with dreamy Montclaire eyes and dark brown skin, gave her an odd look. Emma stared at her until she looked away, and continued through the obstacle course of technology until she was in a safe zone of relative quiet, where rotating three dimensional demon projections weren’t a threat.

“Emma?”

She spun, hackles raised, all too aware that she was reacting like she was in a war zone, not her own house. Already, this plan was falling apart. She wasn’t good at lying. She couldn’t pretend not to be surprised, especially when the person addressing her was Clary Fray.

At least, she looked like Clary Fray. She was Clary shaped, with orange hair that fell in a movie star tumble of waves around her face. She was wearing heeled boots that made her look taller than she was, and chalk stained jeans and a black tank top.

“Clary?” Emma squeaked.

The young woman with the orange hair came over, looking worried, “Are you alright? Raj said you’re acting very strange, and you look flushed.” She put a hand on Emma’s forehead, considered it. “I don’t know what I thought that would do. I have no idea what a fever feels like. If it’s the meeting tonight, you know you can skip it.”

“Um, yeah, the meeting,” Emma smiled, “It’s stressing me out, for sure. And you know, I think I may have eaten some weird food the other day.” Avoid specifics, avoid specifics. How did Julian lie? She wasn’t good at this.

Clary didn’t look sympathetic. If the Clary Emma remembered was a cool older sister, this one was the sister who pushed you into a lake. Emma knew, she had been that sister for Dru and Livvy. “If you and Jace would stop eating from strange food trucks on patrol, that wouldn’t happen. I’ll tell Magnus you’re skipping. Maybe he can portal in Ty or someone, you know they like to have young people from the Shadowhunter and Downworlder communities. It strengthens our credibility and the Council is going to give us the full beatdown this time, I think. They’re really not pulling any punches.”

Emma suddenly regretted skipping whatever meeting she was now having her alternate self neglect. She still wasn’t exactly sure what it was (The Unseen Alliance, her mind whispered) but anything that upset the Council was a good idea in her book.

There were more important matters though. “Ty might come?” she asked, because anything that got her closer to Julian was a good thing. Once again, Clary gave her that dubious look, but Emma ignored it. What was she going to do, accuse Emma of being from another dimension?

“Maybe,” Clary said slowly, “If he has time. He and Catarina are still close, you know this. Are you sure something isn’t wrong, Emma?”

Clary Fairchild was known for many things, but emotional sensitivity wasn’t one of them. She was a monster truck of a personality, revving forward and taking no prisoners. At the same time, she had a terrible knack for being perceptive where Emma was concerned. It seemed the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.

The perfect lie, or close enough to it, occurred to Emma suddenly, like an island emerging from the midst, signalling safety, protection.

“I think I might have a concussion,” she said, quickly. “Banged my head a few too many times, fell out of bed last night and clocked it against my nightstand. I put an iratze on it, made sure nothing was seriously wrong, but I’m still a little disoriented, and there are a lot of patches of memory that are just missing. I didn’t want to tell anyone because I didn’t want to alarm them, but I am a bit fuzzy on some things.”

To her dismay, Clary looked alarmed. “Emma! Memory loss is serious. You should have told me, or Alec, or someone. Have you checked in with the medical bay?”

Her lie spiralling wildly out of control, Emma tried to cover the damage. “I’m waiting to see if it will clear up with time. But just to check, would you mind clearing some things up for me?”

With only a hint of suspicion, Clary agreed, but Emma noted that she pulled them into a small room off the central atrium of the Institute first. Privacy, it seemed, was important, so Emma was only a little concerned about being exorcised by this strange, new Clary who dressed fashionably and acted so sharp and forward, like the twenty three year old urbanite she appeared to be and not the approachable young woman Emma knew.

“Is Julian Blackthorn in Los Angeles?” Emma asked as soon as they were away from the uncharacteristic hubbub of the Institute.

Clary relaxed slightly. “And you’re asking about your boyfriend. Finally, the Emma Carstairs I can rely on. Blackthorns and blades. He is, you’re dating long distance.”

The idea of that, of dating openly and then agreeing to be separated, was mind-boggling, but Emma had to put it aside for the time being.

“My parents, are they- you know what, nevermind. Um, Clary, what’s going on with you right now?”

“What’s going on with me?” Clary fiddled with one of her bracelets, thick and plastic and stamped with letters Emma couldn’t quite read. “I mean, the usual. Meetings, patrol, classes. Helping Alec out around the Institute. Simon and Magnus and I are still helping run the Alliance, it’s getting really big. We have representatives across six continents and in almost seventy major cities. We’ve got a lot of sub-programs too, stuff with kids and local community building, mostly Maia’s idea, so obviously the Clave isn’t happy. They’re starting to crack down. Look, Emma knows this.”

She was referring to Emma separately now, which wasn’t a great sign. Emma took a deep breath. “Okay, last question, how did we meet?”

It was hard to imagine this Clary, who went to meetings and hung out with Magnus and was so much older, comforting Emma the same way her Clary had. There had been something honest about one girl, barely more than a child, reaching out to another.

Clary stared at her, green brown eyes meeting Emma’s solid dark ones steadily.

“It was when my brother was at the height of his power. He’d attacked Idris, most of the Instututes were compromised. A bunch of Shadowhunters had fled here, to New York, because the we had spare beds and the strength to hold him off for a while. You’d come in with the Blackthorn kids. Helen and Aline stumbled through a Portal more or less carrying all of you, and you were a mess. There weren’t a lot space, and you were so young, and Max had died recently… we put you in his room, spread a bunch of couch cushions on the floor and moved on.”

(Emma could almost remember it now, the absolute terror of being alone and young, surrounded by other people along and young, familiar but not quite right. She was older in this memory, and when she held Cortana it didn’t bite her quite as deep, but she had tears and snot streaming down her face whereas the Blackthorns were just mildly shaken. The Seelie Queen had warned of the dangers of losing yourself to your doppelganger, and so Emma hardened her heart but it hurt.)

“I found you in our operations room at about four AM in the morning, making a battle plan,” Clary said with a fond grin, “You wanted to take Sebastian down yourself, you said. You said he…” her smile quavered, “He killed your parents. You were set on revenge.”

(And wouldn’t she have been? Wasn’t she now even just thinking about it?)

“You said you’d kill him for me,” Emma recalled dully. “But not for revenge, for safety. Because that was the important thing. People died all the time, mothers and fathers and loved ones. They died and it was sad, but revenge just ruined the people we had left. Your- your mother died, I think.”

Her world’s Jocelyn Fray was alive and well. Maybe that was what had made the delicate girl Emma knew grow up.

“It’s really not impressive that you remember that,” Clary told her, looking away and blinking back tears, “You should remember it.”

Emma shrugged and tried not to look emotionally compromised, tried not to remember a twelve year old girl crying into the arms of a teenager swearing fratricide for the good of the children sleeping a hallway away. “Like I said, I have a concussion.”

She needed to move fast. She wasn’t sure how much time she had before this, before alternate Emma who was allowed to date Julian and had gotten her righteous revenge through proxy seduced her away. She had to go on for the people she’d left on the other side of the veil.

“Look, I know you probably don’t trust me on account of me acting really weird and also your life being the sort of life where “really weird” is usually short hand for “secret sibling” but you need to trust me. People’s lives depend on it. There are so many people I need to save, and to do it I’m going to be acting weird for a while, but if everything goes well, it’ll all be back to normal for you soon.” She had to bank on the fact that Clary had been a hero once. Surely even heroes who had gotten boring and went to meetings still knew what it was like to have everything on the line.

Clary was staring at her the way Emma looked over enemies, with the grim calculation of a warrior. Then she reached over and cupped Emma’s cheek with her hand. “Emma, you know I trust you, right? The Emma Carstairs I know, who loves the Blackthorns and loves fighting and loves her family, she’s a good person. No matter what magical or demonic nonsense is going on, I have faith in that.” She smiled. “But if you put anyone here at risk, I will take you down, tie you up, and let Magnus tear your mind to pieces to get the real Emma back.”

“Noted, Scary Clary.” Emma wouldn’t have blamed her. Sometimes, you had to protect the people you took care of, by any means necessary. “Still not telling you what’s going on though. Not that I don’t trust you, it’s just a really long story.”

Alternate Clary laughed, “Isn’t it always?”

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