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bookswitchcraftandcats · 1 year

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The Wicked Powers Title Is Talking About The Families.

This is my crazy theory for The Wicked Powers series. This is kind of long so I will put a TLDR at the end of this. So far everyone assumes that the powers refer to either demonic powers with the princes of hell rising or Ash’s and Kit’s powers and connection to the Fae. I have been doing some re-reading of TMI and TID and I think the powers refer to old shadowhunter families.

The first thing that led to this conclusion is how important family trees are now and how much it is being emphasized. Also at the end of TMI, it is very important that Jace picks a family to belong to and he chooses the name that goes with his bloodline. Family names have been important since the beginning and they talk about how there are old and powerful families within the Clave. They are described as rich and hold leadership positions in most of the books. They wear rings that symbolize their families and these rings are always mentioned and significant to the characters.

Second thing is that the development of only a few families have been important throughout the series. Cassie focuses on just a few main families through out the books even though she could have added other ones because there is so much time passing and they are in much different locations. This would have been easier than creating a ton of stories to explain the locations of these families also. This is building to some kind of epic conclusion with the Fairchilds, Herondales, Lightwoods, Blackthorns, Carstairs, and Morgensterns.

Third thing is that all of these families have or a going to have some kind of power beyond typical shadowhunter ability. The Fairchilds have the ability to pull things out of pictures and turn objects into paintings. This hasn’t been mentioned in a while but it is significant in the first series and is revealed to be a family thing because Jocelyn can do it too. It would be interesting if Mathew or Charles did it in TLH. The Herondales are connected to the dead, the see ghosts and talk to them. The Carstairs are connected to weapons and control magical swords. The Lightwoods are connected to demons and the downworlders, even their family crest is connected to them, hell fire. They are always intertwined with them in some way and have relations with them that are closer or more meaningful then characters from other families throughout the books. The next book is about the Blackthorns and Morgensterns so I think their powers will be revealed and then it will lead to some battle involving emblems of some kind or a sort of rune that amplifies these powers and that will defeat the princes of hell in one final battle combining all of the families from the series.

TLDR: I think the powers refer to the powers of the families all of the series before it has focused on. The powers specific to these old and powerful families will be used in a final battle against the Princes of Hell.

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#The Shadowhunters Chronicles #the mortal instruments #the dark artifices #secrets of blackthorn hall #the infernal devices #the last hours #the wicked powers #The Lightwoods #the blackthorns #the herondales #the fairchilds #the carstairs #the morgansterns #tmi #tid #tda #tlh #twp #sobh

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fatilightwood · 2 years

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Found family headcanons

@alastair-appreciation-month 🥰

• Alastair and Kamala are the parents of the group.

• In my mind, Jesse is a big part of this family. Brings the sibling energy to the group when he’s with Grace.

• Alastair and Grace disliked each other at first, this just cause they thought the other always acted as if they were above the crowd. Alastair talked with Jesse first and they became closer. Then, the other two realized they weren’t what they thought and became friends. Now Grace and Alastair both act like they’re above the crowd but together.

• Kamala doesn’t mind to be called Ariadne but in serious matters, the found family likes to shout KAMALAAAAA!

• Kamala likes to shout ALASTAIR ESFANDIYAR CARSTAIRS, come here!

• There are regular meetings to gush about their Lightwoods.

• Jesse doesn’t attend to these meeting and hangs out with Kit.

#just continuing with the headcanons #alastember 2022 #alastair carstairs #kamala joshi #ariadne bridgestock #christopher lightwood #grace blackthorn #jesse blackthorn #tlh

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thrxughthenxght · 8 months

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Alastair Carstairs

"'I know,' he said, 'but sometimes we leave people to protect ourselves, don't we? Not because we don't want to be with them.'"

Considering this an early Alastember Celebration header. Let me know if you'd like me to tag you in any edits I make.

#crafted lore #tlh alastair #alastair carstairs #alastair esfandiyar carstairs #the last hours #tlh edit #the last hours edit #tlh series #tsc #chain of gold #chain of iron #chain of thorns #alastember #alastember 2023

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alastair-appreciation-month · 8 months

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Tomorrow starts Alastember!!

#alastair carstairs #alastember #alastair appreciation month #the last hours #alastair esfandiyar carstairs #tlh #alastair carstiars #chain of iron #chain of gold #the shadowhunter chronicles #cot #coi #cog #cassandra clare #tsc

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marialightwood-chase · 8 months

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Why Alastair Carstairs has the BEST arc in TLH

SPOILERS FOR TLH

Let’s for a minute, talk about why Alastair has (in my opinion) the best arc in The Last Hours.

When we first see him in Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy, he isn’t that likeable. He’s rude to James, and is the reason he got expelled from Shadowhunter Academy.

Ghosts of the Shadow Market shows what toll Alastair’s words had on Matthew: He inadvertently kills his unborn sibling.

By the time Chain of Gold rolls around, Alastair hasn’t changed much. He doesn’t get many shining moments, besides the Paris scene. He is in an unhealthy relationship with Charles for most of the book, seems to have a dual personality when talking to Cordelia, and isn’t very nice.

Chain of Iron, is in a way, Alastair’s book. There are other key point of it, like Lucie and Grace bringing Jesse back to life, the murder mystery, and the Grace-James-Cordelia problem, but the thing that had me reading it was Alastair and Thomas. This was the first time that I actually liked Alastair, and it really is for one reason: When Thomas was put in jail. Those chapters, when the two of them talked and spent time and eventually kissed were my favorite parts of the book. I was counting pages to see when the next time the two of them appeared. Alastair grows a lot here, and I like that. He turns from someone barely above Charles Fairchild to one of my favorite characters.

But let’s not underestimate the importance of Chain of Thorns. Here he spends a lot of time with Cordelia, and their relationship reminds me a lot of Alec and Izzy’s. Younger sister rushing into danger, older brother constantly trying to keep her safe. He stays away from Thomas, as he knows that everyone else, specifically Matthew, won’t forgive him for what he’s done the way Thomas has. When Belial takes over London, and the main 10 are the only ones left in London, he is both the only optimist and the one keeping it real. He and Thomas figure out how to kill the Watchers, which is a great help to everyone. Gotta say, between life and such, I haven’t finished Chain of Thorns yet, but I will update this when I do with more Alastair praise.

To sum it up: Alastair turns from someone who doesn’t have time for idiocy and nonsense, to a favorite character of mine. He had this near 180 change that didn’t fell rushed or out of character, because it was always a part of him.

@alastair-appreciation-month

#alastair carstairs #alastair appreciation month #the last hours #chain of gold #chain of thorns #chain of iron #thomastair #tales from the shadowhunter academy #ghosts of the shadow market #cc #Alastair esfandiyar carstairs #tlh #alastember

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boredfangirl16 · 2 years

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Days Past: Cirenworth 1893

Chain of Lies

Alastair Carstairs was nine years old when he found the truth about his father’s “illness”.

It was a seemingly normal night. The days had just started to get colder as the season changed from summer to fall. Leaves fell outside of Cirenworth, turning a golden brown as they littered the lawn of the grand mansion. The Carstairs were once again at their ancestral home after multiple moves across countries near and far. The children had always enjoyed the familiar home as it was the closest thing that either of them could have considered a home. A true north among dozens of never ending stops at various destinations. Neither was very good at making friends and got used to each other’s company as the only interaction they needed with someone their age. Soon enough they would uproot their lives again and the only constant would be each other.

Alastair padded up the stairs to his room after a long day outside with his sister. He collapsed in his bed, looking up at the ceiling. Then he turned his head to the wall that he started to fill with daggers. His father didn’t approve of the collection. He called it “useless” considering they will never be used in battle, but he couldn’t help but smile at the weapons. They might not have an angelic purpose or even a mundane one, but each has a meaning beyond what his father can see. He scooted over to pick up his khanjar, a curved blade, that his maman had given to him that started his collection. On the blade is the words, “I wanted so much to have a gleaming dagger, that each of my ribs became a dagger” in Persian. It had been in his maman’s family for a long while and he couldn’t help but feel proud that it was given to him over Cordelia who seemed to shine brighter than any star in the night sky. She stood out like that bright red hair of hers. At the time he was mildly jealous, but ultimately was proud of his little sister. In time, he would turn bitter even if he loved her more than anything else on this earth. But on this night, Alastair was content holding the blade as sleep started to close his eyes against his own will.

Crash!

A loud sound came from outside, startling him out of his slumber. He quickly put the dagger back onto the wall and crept out into the hallway. He looked down the hall to where Cordelia slept, but being the deep sleeper that she was, didn’t awaken to the sound. Deciding he needed to check on whatever it was, he hurried down the stairs and made his way to the sitting room.

Later he would wish that he had never would have gone after the sound that night, but he also knew it was inevitable. He was the man of the family and it was his responsibility to clean up their messes. It was his responsibility to protect Cordelia for as long as he could. It was his responsibility to give up his childhood for his father’s wellbeing. Whether he figured this out that night, a week later, or even after a year, the truth would still be the same. This was his burden bear and his alone.

“Esfandiyar?” He heard his father call out. His voice was shaky and had a strange tremble that he couldn’t quite place. It was desperate and hoarse. “Is that you?”

“Yes?” He said back questioningly as he entered the room.

His father was collapsed on the floor with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. His clothes were rumpled and smelled atrocious. He took a long sip of the drink before looking back at the young Alastair who rushed over to him after realizing his state.

“Baba, are you alright?” He asked as he hoisted his father onto the couch. He reeked of alcohol and Alastair could put two and two together to what had happened. “You shouldn’t be drinking so much.”

“Don’t tell me what I should do!” His father snapped at him and took another sip that seemed more like an childish act of defiance than anything else. “Fetch me some more whiskey from the cabinet.”

Alastair was startled by the harsh words coming out of his baba’s mouth. He had never heard him speak so rudely to either him or Cordelia.

“Are you deaf? I told you to bring me whiskey, boy.”

After just a second more of hesitation, Alastair scurried away into the kitchen where most of the alcohol is stored. It’s all on the top shelf, probably so that neither of the children could accidentally grab it, but made it quite difficult for Alastair to reach. He wasn’t short for his age, but neither was he tall. He was somewhere in the middle, so that even on his tippy toes, he couldn’t reach a single bottle of the liquid his father was demanding. He heard another shout and looked around before he climbed up onto one of the counters. Just as he stood up to grab the closest bottle to him, he heard the squeak of a door.

“Mr. Carstairs, whatever are you doing up there?” Asked Risa in Persian.

“Baba asked for it,” Alastair responded in the same tongue. He tried to sound as inconspicuous as possible. His father probably just had a bad night, it couldn’t hurt to help him out just this once.

“Bring down a bottle,” demanded Risa and Alastair did as he was told. “Your father does not need any more of this in his system, so we will dilute it. Let me show you how it’s done.”

Alastair watched as she poured most of the liquid into another bottle and refilled the remaining container with water before putting the lid back on again. It wasn’t until later that night that the boy questioned why Risa knew how to do such a thing and why she felt he needed to know.

“Bring him this and then stay out of his way,” warns Risa handing him the bottle. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Alastair nodded even if he didn’t understand the last part of her sentence. He hurried into the sitting room and handed his father the diluted bottle. The last one is empty, laying on the ground beside him.

“What took you so long? You truly are worthless,” he said snatching up the bottle and gulping down as much of the liquid as possible. He doesn’t seem to realize that it’s been tampered with.

The young boy was stunned at his father’s words once again.

“I don’t understand,” he says softly.

His father laughs, “Haven’t you figured it out already? You aren’t good enough. Just look at the results of your training. You’re a sad, pathetic excuse for a Carstairs. You’ll never be able to live up to Cordelia’s potential.”

“Baba?” He says. His voice shakes. “Do you really believe this?”

“Do you not?”

“I just need more time. I can be just as good as her, as good as anyone.”

“You can certainly try,” his father says, taking another long drink. “Get out of my sight.”

Alastair is trembling. He doesn’t know why his father is saying such cruel things or why he is drinking so much with his illness, but the man before him is scaring him.

“Go away!” Shouts his father as he picks up the empty bottle and chucks it vaguely in the boy’s direction. Alastair is able to dodge, but it’s enough to make him run away in fear. He darts up the stairs and rushes into his mother’s room.

“Baba isn’t well, maman,” he says as his mother stirs in her bed. “He came home drunk and is throwing things. Risa had me give him some diluted whiskey, but maybe you can convince him to stop. He must have had a terrible day on patrol.”

His mother sat up and patted the space next to her for Alastair to sit. He complied even if he didn’t think there was time to be talking.

“Your father is a drunk, Alastair,” his maman said almost as if she had commented on the weather rather than accuse his father of such a disposition. Surely that couldn’t be true. Even if it was, they could help him. There are ways to combat such an addiction, the silent brothers could help. “But no one can know.”

He thought of all the times his father has shut himself in his office, insisting he is too sick to be seen. Was he just drunk? He thought of the times he’s seen bottles in strange places around the house before Risa would quickly take them away. Were those all his father? Small things all start to come together in his mind and his mother’s words start to make sense. His father is a drunk.

“Why? Shouldn’t we get him help? Could it be because of his illness?”

“Alastair joon, your father’s illness is his drunkenness,” his mother said calmly. “We need to keep the whole thing quiet. No one needs to know when he will get better with time. The Carstairs name would be shamed if anyone was to find out before then. You must keep this secret for me and for our family.”

“But he is not well, maman,” Alastair insisted.. “How can letting him suffer help anyone?”

“We will help him, joon. Together we will aid him as he fights his inner demons.”

“But—.”

“I understand that this is a lot, but you will soon be the head of our family and it’s only right that you are bearer of this secret. I trust you, Alastair. I trust you to keep our family in good graces and to keep your father well when he cannot do so himself.”

He nodded hesitantly. Alastair didn’t quite agree with his maman, but he will do what he must for his family. He trusted his mother.

Cordelia, he thought. She can never know. Even if father will get better and this will all be behind them in due time, he can’t let her see what he did that night. After all maman said that he is the head when his father is away, so therefore he should be shielding Cordelia’s eyes about the situation along with the rest of the world.

“We need to keep this hidden from Cordelia,” he voiced to his mother. “She shouldn’t know until this is all in our past. There is no need to worry her.”

His mother smiled and nodded, “I completely agree. Now you should go and check on your father. Bring him to one of the guest rooms and make sure he sleeps on his side.”

Alastair dutifully nodded, but paused in the doorway. His father’s harsh words play back in his mind and that fear he felt as the bottle flew by his ear.

“Go on, joon. He’s bound to be half asleep by now.”

There is no avoiding the confrontation, so he walked back downstairs and was greeted by the sight of his father passed out on the couch. Shards of glass are scattered on the floor from the first bottle, but the second sat empty. Alastair carefully stepped over them and threw his father’s arm over his shoulder. The man groaned, but other than that there isn’t any response. He isn’t sure if this or his anger is worse. Probably the anger.

Alastair hoisted him up onto one of the beds of the downstairs guest rooms and placed him on his side just like he was instructed.

“Esfandiyar?” Mumbled his father.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

After that his baba is completely silent, so he decides it’s alright to leave him and retire for the night. He shut the door quietly and searched for a broom. He found one in a closet of cleaning supplies and starts to cover the mess that his father made. Only as he did so, one of the shards cut into his hand. Red started to ooze out of the wound. For a moment, Alastair only stared. It was entrancing the way the blood moved, until he finally felt the sting. He pressed onto the wound with his other hand and moved to the cabinet that was filled with all sorts of bandages in case of training accidents. He washed out and bandaged his hand. Then he finished his work in the living room before going back upstairs to his room

He couldn’t fall asleep for a long while, but when he did, it was plagued by nightmares of his father and his anger. Alastair woke up drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. It was just a nightmare. That was a one time thing and his father will get better in time. It’s what his maman said, so it must be true. Yet when he looked at his injured hand, he wondered if it is true. He didn’t want to doubt his father, but that short period of time with him was simply awful. He must be strong, for his mother, for Cordelia. He’ll find a way out of this mess. He’ll aid his father in his recovery.

Little does Alastair Carstairs know that his father will never get better.

This is the first chapter of my Chain of Gold rewrite and is also posted in ao3 under bored_fangirl16.

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melanielocke · 2 years

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Alastember - day 25 - began

This is an adaption of a scene from the sequel to Lost in the Shadows that I haven't worked on in a long time. This sequel is set in the rewrite world with the rewritten characters, so I had to change some things back to make it fit the original fanfic world. (And as such the sequel will not be posted online since it is not fanfiction) If you don't remember or haven't read Lost in the Shadows, the premise of that fanfic was that it was set in the modern world but with magic. Generally, lots of mythical monsters exist in the place they originate from. Some people, including Sophie, Thomas, Barbara and Risa have the sight which is the ability to see all supernatural beings as they are, whereas most people don't see them at all or have to train their sight with the help of someone with natural sight. Unlike in the Shadowhunter world, there is no organized force who fight creatures that intend harm, but the Carstairs family fights monsters with Cortana (which can kill anything). Alastair had the magic memory ability I also gave him the Stars Collide. In Lost in the Shadows it was never explained why Alastair had his powers, but this scene shows it. The unknown character who shows up was supposed to be Kamala's adoptive father but he doesn't really fit with the Bridgestocks so I kept him the same as the rewrite character. @alastair-appreciation-month

‘So when do you expect your useless husband to show up?’

‘You’re being too harsh, Risa,’ Sona said. ‘You know how demanding his line of work can be.’

‘So demanding he couldn’t be bothered to be there when his son was born?’

Risa handed Sona back her baby. It was true Elias hadn’t been there the past week, likely he did not yet know the baby had been born. Sona had gone into labor a week early after all, how could he have known? Surely he would be there soon.

‘He’ll be there when he can,’ Sona said. ‘You know how excited he was that he was going to have a son. And he promised he wouldn’t be gone as often anymore once the baby starts growing up.’

‘Babies are a lot of work,’ Risa said. ‘A decent father doesn’t leave all of that to his wife and her relatives.’

Most of Sona’s and Risa’s family still lived in Iran, so Sona only had Risa to help her take care of her baby for now. In Iran, all of her female relatives would be around to help and Sona would have found that easier. But apparently for British women it was normal to only have one or two of their closest relatives around to help and if they could manage, she would too.

Sona heard the door open. The baby startled awake and started crying, and she gently rocked him in her arms. He was sensitive to noises around him, easily startled, but then he was her first child and she didn’t know yet what was normal.

‘Elias, you’re back!’

It wasn’t just Elias walking through the door, there was someone with him, someone Sona did not recognize. Was he another hunter? Elias had never mentioned any, he usually worked alone.

‘Our son is born,’ he said. ‘How is he?’

‘You knew?’ Risa asked sharply.

‘I just heard from Jem,’ Elias said.

Jem was Elias’ nephew and he’d visited her the day before to congratulate her on the birth of her son, and had given her baby clothes and toys for when he was a little older. Jem and Elias weren’t close anymore, and Sona suspected Elias resented Jem for turning away from the Carstairs family tradition of monster fighting to become a psychiatrist.

‘He is three days old already,’ Risa said. ‘I think it’s about time you decide on a name, no?’

Sona had waited with naming her baby until Elias was back. She had a list, but he hadn’t made a decision yet. She knew she wanted the baby to have a Persian middle name, and since she didn’t think Elias would care much about that she’d settled on Esfandiyar, but she didn’t know what his first name would be yet.

‘I have,’ Elias said. ‘His name will be Alastair. Defender of men. Fitting for my heir, isn’t it?’

‘Who is your friend?’ Sona asked.

‘Oh, he came with me from my travels. He has brought a gift for little Alastair.’

The man stepped forward. He was tall, taller than Elias even, with long blonde hair.

‘What’s with his ears?’ Risa whispered.

Now that Risa mentioned it, Sona saw it too. His ears weren’t exactly human, but rather pointy. An elf, then? Sona didn’t have the sight herself, but Risa did and whenever she pointed out anything unusual, Sona would see it too.

‘My name is Cioran,’ the man said. ‘I am the king of the wood elves. Your husband has done me a great favor and in return I have promised to bestow a blessing on your son. May I?’

Sona handed Alastair to the elf, who spoke some words in a language she didn’t understand. A light appeared above Alastair, and then disappeared inside his head. The elf handed Alastair back to her.

Risa crossed her arms. ‘And what did you do to him exactly?’

‘Unlike most humans, all elves are born with magic,’ Cioran explained. ‘And one gift we have is to bestow a blessing on a human under twenty five years. We can do it once in a lifetime and the younger the human, the better the effect. It won’t show until he’s a little older, but in time he will develop magic of his own.’

‘What kind of magic?’ Sona asked.

‘I cannot say. Blessed humans develop magic that suits their personality is our hypothesis, it is not something we can control. A hotheaded warrior may gain some control over fire, while a caring and compassionate person may gain a healing ability. But your son is too young to know how his personality or his power will develop.’

‘But whatever his power ends up being, I am certain it will aid him,’ Elias said. ‘Alastair will be a great Carstairs warrior someday, fighting evil with magic as well as Cortana.’

Sona could tell from her face that Risa disapproved, but she didn’t say anything else. It was a lot of expectation to put on a baby for sure, but Sona had faith in little Alastair.

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