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kasirose · 3 months
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Being the Consul and father of two (lovable) menaces is a tiring job and your husband is being no help XD
Drew this inspired by a convo my bestie and I had about dads and their tendency to fall asleep on couches 😂
Also I believe the kids would DEF mess with Alec when he's asleep. Somebody save his hair
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hanelizabeth · 1 month
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little max and rafael love taking chairman meow outside to play - although he doesn’t cooperate with them very often!😅
characters by @cassandraclare 🤍
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lurafita · 1 month
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If Chairman Meow was Magnus' familiar and they had a telepathic bond
One morning in the kitchen. Chairman Meow sitting on top of the fridge, glaring.
Alec: "Magnus... Why is your cat looking at me like he wants to scratch my face off?"
Chairman Mewo: "I will do worse than that. I will bite off your toes and claw out your heart and desecrate your grave. Your ancestors will weep upon the carnage I will reap on you for the crime you have committed!"
Magnus: "Ignore him. He is just being grumpy because you stopped petting him yesterday."
Alec: "He sat on me for two hours. My hand was cramping!"
Chairman Meow: "You will never be save from my warth!"
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My second idea is Chairman getting his dads back together because Magnus basically goes insane hearing him whining all day and night after Alec move out 😬
HIIIIIIII
Sorry I'm so late <3 Also this is slightly different from what you requested but I'm sure you'll love it 🥰
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Chairman Meow was sad.
It didn’t matter, though. No matter how pitifully he meowed at the shiny hooman, he refused to move from his place on the couch. He just snapped his fingers and food appeared in the bowl. There were no pets. No praises - not even when Chairman managed to hunt down a rat! No more of those nights where the hooman placed him in his lap and groomed him with an exquisite brush.
There was another hooman, up until a few days ago. He wasn’t shiny like Chairman’s first hooman, but he was very fluffy and his coat was always soft when Chairman went to lie on him.
The fluffy hooman always brought him tasty food and novel toys. He’d always pet Chairman, even cuddle with him every night until shiny hooman arrived and threw him out. Fluffy hooman also played with Chairman a lot. They’d had fun for hours as they hunted strange bright pink and orange mice with skin so thick not even Chairman’s teeth could pierce them, and chased strange red flies that glowed and hovered on the walls which Chairman could never manage to catch.
Chairman missed the fluffy hooman.
He didn’t know where the fluffy hooman went. Sometimes he could hear his voice, and when he followed it, he always found the shiny hooman crying like a baby kitten on the couch.
Right now, the shiny hooman was lying on the couch as always, eyes dull and staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t even looking shiny anymore. Chairman had meowed at him five times earlier, but other than snapping his fingers and summoning food the first time, the hooman didn’t respond.
Whiskers furrowed, Chairman headed into the big room where shiny hooman and fluffy hooman spent all their nights. He headed into a second doorway, where a lot of coats hung in the air, some lying in a pile on the ground.
Hoomans, curiously, were capable of shedding their coats very efficiently - sometimes even putting those same coats back on! Right now, Chairman was digging in a pile of coats, looking for a particular one.
He found what he was looking for - a wounded, worn out greyish coat with the distinctive scent of the fluffy hooman. Chairman pulled it free of the other coats and sniffed at it carefully, memorizing the scent.
He had to take matters into his own paws now. He was going to find the fluffy hooman.
It was simple enough sneaking out.
One of the strange hoomans that often visited had come to the house, and shiny hooman was arguing with them at the door. Neither of them noticed as Chairman slinked between their feet and bolted down the stairs.
He could detect the fluffy hooman’s scent. It was very faint, but it was there. A ray of hope shot through Chairman’s heart. He would find the fluffy hooman, and bring him back home, and he’d get cuddled everyday and the shiny hooman wouldn’t be sad anymore.
Chairman burst through the front door, fur immediately bristling at the onslaught of - well, everything. Chairman loved the sunshine, but there was too much of it out here. There were too many sounds, and too many smells, and so so many hoomans!
Chairman Meow sniffed frantically, panicking when he realised he couldn’t smell the fluffy hooman anymore. No!
He couldn’t go back up now, if only he could catch a single whiff, he could find the hooman and-
Chairman yelped as long claws dug into his fur, pulling him off the ground. He thrashed, demanding to be put down, but paused when he heard a familiar voice.
“Chairman!” It was the shiny hooman. “What are you doing?! You almost gave me a heart attack!”
Chairman wriggled piteously, trying to escape the grip of the shiny hooman, but it didn't work. He turned back into the building, taking Chairman with him.
“I just talked with Avery for what, a minute? And you ran out! How could you?! What would I do without you, huh? It's bad enough that I lost Al-”
The shiny hooman stopped talking, walking up the stairs back to their home. Chairman had given up fighting now, and simply hung limply from his hooman's hand.
His plan had failed. He could never find the fluffy hooman now.
Chairman was starting to feel like the shiny hooman. He wanted to lie down somewhere and never move again, too.
The front door opened and as soon as the hooman stepped inside, Chairman wiggled vigorously, freeing himself of the hooman’s grasp. He landed on his paws and dashed further into the house.
“Hey! Chairman!”
Chairman didn’t stop till he reached the pile of coats from earlier, and dove headfirst into them. So be it. He wouldn’t move anymore, either. He’d spend the rest of his life here wishing for the fluffy hooman to return.
Footsteps sounded from outside.
“Lilith, what’s gotten into you today- Oh.”
Chairman’s ears perked up as the shiny hooman stepped inside slowly, kneeling next to the pile of coats. A knuckle brushed against the top of his head, drawing out a purr despite himself.
“Oh, you silly thing. You miss him too, don’t you?”
Chairman meowed in the affirmative. The hooman’s finger slipped under his chin, scratching him there.
The hooman sighed. “I’m so sorry, Chairman. He isn’t coming back.”
The scratching stopped. Chairman looked up, and found his hooman looking off to the side, tears pooling up in his eyes. A single drop slipped free, rolling down his cheek.
Oh.
Mewing gently, the Chairman pulled himself free from the pile of coats and climbed up his hooman’s arm, perching himself on his shoulder just as the first sob wrenched itself free and the tears began to flow.
Days passed.
The shiny hooman was beginning to move around again. Chairman began to busy himself too. There were rats to catch all around the house. Patches of sunlight that beckoned for him to take a nap. And he’d discovered that if he climbed on the shiny hooman’s desk while he was sitting there, he’d stop whatever he was doing and pay him attention.
Presently, Chairman was on the balcony, relieving his aching nails on the plank of wood the shiny hooman had set out for this very purpose. The front door opened, bringing with it the familiar meows of the shiny hooman and-
Oh.
There was a familiar scent in the door.
Chairman slinked back into the house through the open door of the balcony, and there he was, standing and smiling next to the shiny hooman, wearing one of his fluffy black coats.
His instincts getting the better of him, Chairman mrowled and dashed to him, leaping at his hind legs. The hooman gasped, but then his forelimbs were wrapping around the Chairman, pulling him close to his chest. The shiny hooman was laughing, and he finally seemed to be back to his shiniest self.
“Hey there, Chairman.” the fluffy hooman’s unusual blue eyes were sparkling. “Did you miss me?”
Chairman purred and buried himself further into the hooman’s coat, content.
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loki-nightfire · 3 months
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New art on b🛟🛟sty, this one sweet and soft, I promise ☝️
when Maryse decided to have a look on the baby-boy, she found all three of her boys sleeping, the little one finally full and snoozing peacefully, hugged by dads.
Meanwhile the cats dialogue:
- look, they got a kitten! soft and sweet and smells of milk
- i, for one, smell trouble and double trouble. you'll see, Meow, you'll see.
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drusilla-carstairs · 1 month
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Second Chance at the Semis!
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the-mortal-incorrects · 8 months
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Magnus: I’m going to enter Chairman Meow in the cat show next month. Catarina: Do you think he will win many prizes? Magnus: No, but he’ll meet some very nice cats.
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One of the biggest regrets of my life (so far) is falling off of The Mortal Instruments universe. When I tell you those books filled my every thought when I was in high school, but after CoHF I just didn’t know there was going to be more and now there’s just so much and it feels impossible to get back into. With that said Magnus Bane & Alexander Gideon Lightwood never left me, they’re my everything
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meoskyan · 2 months
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it's chairman meow! 🐈
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kaitcreates · 20 days
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Hawthorn
Chairman Meow
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kasirose · 3 months
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When you fall asleep and your family decides to draw all over you and give you a "makeover"
continuation doodle dood aftermath from my last post
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la-muerta · 2 months
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The Chairman launches at Alec as soon as the door is open wide enough. He scrabbles up Alec’s pant leg, claws tearing into the fabric, and doesn’t stop his ascent until he’s clinging to Alec’s shoulder. Chairman Meow nuzzles against Alec’s chin, tiny body pressing against Alec’s as he purrs long and loud. – "The Great Repression" by CryptidBane [Read on Ao3]
Sorting out my old art files and found this sketch that I drew for CryptidBane a few years ago <3 Do give the fic a go if you haven't read it yet (featuring camboy!Magnus, bodyguard!Alec, exhilarating action scenes, and delicious fake dating tension!)
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lurafita · 10 days
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The Chairman is the type of persnickety feline that he WILL NOT EAT if Magnus is not Also eating. Like the cat thinks that meals are a communal activity (he’s absolutely right). But this leaves lots of room for shenanigans wherein Alec asks Magnus to dinner or lunch or brunch multiple times but Magnus haplessly has to decline or his cat won’t eat for a days in protest of the missed meal time.
Oh, that's cute!
Like, when Magnus got Chairman, he was a kitten, and skittish and scared and just overall distrusting. So Magnus made a point to sit down on the ground across from the Chairman and ate as well. Until the kitten calmed down, and sniffed the food, and ate.
And so it became a thing. The Chairman hopps on the table, or the desk, or whatever surface is near to meow in Magnus' face that it's time to eat. And then they eat. (Catarina is absolutely delighted about this, because Magnus tendency to skip meals has drastically cut down due to the cat)
Of course, it makes eating out with his boyfriend a little tricky.
"Do you think there is any chance this restaurant allows cats inside?" is a frequently asked question.
At first, Alec thought Magnus was using the cat to cut their dates short or something like that. But he learned the truth quickly and since then there have be a lot of home dates. ;-)
Which is actually better and more cozy than some restaurant where he has to suffer through others being there and also there is the bedroom right there, so .... :-)
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throwdownyourheart · 5 months
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Howdy y’all! Figured I oughta pin a post to get acquainted.
My name’s Caleb, but you can call me dad. 🤠
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jealous magnus headcanon 👀
Let’s goooo I have multiple hehe
Magnus might have once hissed at a person who tried to get touchy with Alec. Angry cat style.
You can always hear Magnus say shit like “I need to gatekeep Alec from the masses I WAS HERE FIRST” and “You didn’t love him at his worst, ergo you don’t deserve him at his best. Shoo.” and “Where were you when he was a baby gay, huh? That’s right, NOWHERE, you just want him now that he’s popular”
He once made Alec a T-shirt that had “Magnus’s Babygirl” written on the back to a party. Alec has no idea to this day.
Magnus likes to wear his wedding ring on his middle finger, only so that he can get the pleasure of flipping off the people flirting with his husband AND remind them that he’s married to Alec at the same time.
Magnus always gets wayyyy more touchy-feely when he’s jealous. Rests his head on Alec’s shoulder, throws an arm around his waist, and if they’re sitting, a palm on his thigh.
The hickeys increase ten-fold too
Alec is forever oblivious, but Jace is not. He constantly teases Magnus about his little jealousy problem.
Once, a warlock showed off a few great spells in front of Alec. Magnus ended up fighting his first warlock duel.
But the one Magnus is the most jealous of… is Chairman Meow. They have their own little relationship, he swears. Alec is almost always cuddling with Chairman Meow when at home. Heck, Alec even lets Chairman sleep in his lap when he’s doing important consul stuff at home, and Magnus protests this. Alec tries to tell him that Magnus can’t sleep in his lap cause he’d be too distracted, but alas, Magnus doesn’t hear it
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