It’s only one month until June, so I thought it would be nice to have a small event to celebrate the ace community in the Shadowhunters fandom.
I want to create an ace alphabet with you. For that, you’d get one or several letter(s) from me with a prompt word that you can leave or take. You can write/paint whatever you want in the Shadowhunters/Shadowhunter Chronicals Universe, with no minimum word count or anything, as long as the ace character is recognisable as such and the prompt of your choosing keeps to the letter I’ll give you.
Rules:
*Only works in written or painted form (no moodboards, etc.)
*Must include an ace character (doesn’t need to be the focus of the work but should be noticeable)
*Must be posted on the date I’ll give you (between June 1-26)
Magnus leans back in the rattan chair and chooses ‘truth’.
“Are you a top or a bottom?” Jace asks.
Alec hits his parabatai over the head with one of the firm pillows from the sofa. They started to play stupid party games after realising that the born and raised shadowhunters never had heard of them. Alec is already regretting agreeing to it.
“Ouch!” Jace hisses, rubbing the painful spot. “It’s just a question.”
“He needs to answer,” Izzy points out, sounding as if she were a judge proclaiming a sentence, and takes a sip from her wine glass.
“I have no problem answering that,” Magnus says. Alec grabs his arm, eyes full of concern, but his boyfriend pats his hand. “It’s okay, Alexander. I’m not ashamed of who I am.” He leans closer to Jace and says, “It depends on the cuddle pile. I don’t want too many people on top of me. But if it’s six or less, I’m fine being at the bottom.”
Jace blinks at him while Clary falls giggling against her boyfriend’s shoulder.
“That’s not what I meant,” Jace grumbles.
“Wait,” Simon calls. “You’re fine with six people on top of you? I know you’re immortal, but as a warlock you still need to breathe, right?”
“Of course. But I actually like it sometimes—the pressure, the surrender, the feeling of being one with everyone around. Back in the 1960s, we did it all the time. We cuddled a lot. I think at some point I had The Stones and The Beatles all over me, if you know what I mean,” Magnus says and winks at Simon.
“You married the best and worst liar of all time, bro,” Jace chuckles.
“I’m not lying, Jonathan. I’m embellishing the truth,” Magnus says and snaps his fingers. Two photographs appear in his hand, one showing Paul McCartney kissing Magnus’ cheek, the other Janis Joplin sleeping wrapped over his chest.
“Damn!” Simon breathes.
“Did you sleep with them?” Clary blurts out.
“A gentleman never tells, biscuit,” Magnus replies and cuddles against his husband.
“Smooth,” Alec whispers into his ear.
“I always am, my love.”
“I still don’t believe it. No one can enjoy lying buried under a pile of people,” Jace says, mirth sparkling in his eyes.
“Is that a challenge, Mr Herondale?”
“It sure is, Mr Lightwood-Bane.”
Magnus snaps his fingers, and the coffee table is replaced with a pile of pillows.
Magnus swirls around elegantly and lands in it with a giggle.
“Challenge accepted,” he chuckles.
Alec rolls his eyes but joins him. Izzy, Clary, and Simon follow soon after, building a giggling and snickering pile of bodies.
“Come, Jonathan. I can take it.”
“Why can’t you say anything without sounding naughty?” Jace asks.
“It’s a natural talent,” Magnus quips.
“C'mere,” Alec orders. “We all know you want to.”
Jace rolls his eyes. “This is ridiculous.”
“You started it,” Magnus points out.
Jace shakes his head and carefully lowers himself onto Simon’s back.
It’s only one month until June, so I thought it would be nice to have a small event to celebrate the ace community in the Shadowhunters fandom.
I want to create an ace alphabet with you. For that, you’d get one or several letter(s) from me with a prompt word that you can leave or take. You can write/paint whatever you want in the Shadowhunters/Shadowhunter Chronicals Universe, with no minimum word count or anything, as long as the ace character is recognisable as such and the prompt of your choosing keeps to the letter I’ll give you.
Rules:
*Only works in written or painted form (no moodboards, etc.)
*Must include an ace character (doesn’t need to be the focus of the work but should be noticeable)
*Must be posted on the date I’ll give you (between June 1-26)
In a world where warlocks have risen up and taken over the Shadow World, Nephilim are second-class citizens. They are used to get rid of pesky demons and entertain warlocks.
Magnus Bane finds the whole Nephilim business distasteful, but would rather not involve himself in politics. His life takes an interesting turn when he’s given a Shadowhunter.
Alec Lightwood has accepted his unfortunate fate, but Magnus doesn’t end up being the horrible warlock he expected.
A fine estate Nick, uno Shadowhunter di città del Capo, parte per il suo anno all'estero.
Ad aspettarlo a Roma ci sono Chiara Malatesta, direttrice dell'Istituto locale, sua figlia Sara, la sua parabatai Lin, la piccola Vittoria e gli altri Shadowhunters romani.
Gli attacchi demoniaci in città si sono interrotti da una settimana e, nella sede del papato, questo non sembra essere un buon segno. Sara, infatti, ha un brutto presentimento a riguardo.
Dopo l'arrivo di Nick, però, un gruppo di Imp attacca i ragazzi in pattugliamento di fronte alla fontana di Trevi, l'incursione è sedata anche grazie all'intervento del sommo stregone di Roma e la ragazza si tranquillizza… non sa ancora cosa li attende.
