i honestly never imagined the possibility of me celebrating an anniversary for having an account, let alone for writing, but here we are. it’s been quite a journey during my two years of being on here, but it’s an experience i don’t think i’ll ever forget, and that’s because of all of you who read my content.
happy anniversary lila!!! i just wanna say I absolutely adore your works and I really really love reading them <33 looking forward to more stuff from you!! (you’ve done well with your stats, so take a break and enjoy your anniversary!)
WHY IS THIS GOING TO MAKE ME CRY…
you’re so sweet omg thank you so much </33 i’m so happy that you like my fics !! it means the world to me, truly.
fun fact of that day is that is indeed a bedazzled version shinsou’s voice modulator from his hero costume and dadzawa absolutely can never, never find out that it happened
Things I’ll never recover from: Michael’s ghost at Robert’s funeral to finally reunite with his parabatai.
He saw a man coming toward the Lightwoods and blinked his watering eyes. He was a young man, handsome, with curling brown hair and a square jaw. He wasn’t wearing white like the others, but plain black gear. As he passed Maryse he stopped and laid a hand on her shoulder.
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The young man with the dark hair had moved to kneel beside Robert Lightwood’s pyre. He was closer to the flames than any human could have gotten, and they seemed to eddy within the outline of his body, lightning eyes with fiery tears.
Parabatai,Kit thought suddenly. In the slump of the young man’s shoulders, in his outstretched hands, in the longing stamped on his face, he saw Emma and Julian, he saw Alec as he spoke about Jace; he knew he was looking at the ghost of Robert Lightwood’s parabatai. He didn’t know how he knew it, but he did.
A cruel sort of bond, he thought, that made one person out of two people, and left such devastation when half was gone.
