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foodsies4me · 5 months

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End of the Year Fic Recs!!!

thank you @echo-bleu for tagging me! <3

I adore this as a game because I love reccing fics (and really should do it more often because So. Much. Good.Fic). This is going to be all shadowhunters I'm afraid though because I am still very much in the shadowhunters brainrot stage and haven't read much of anything else. (Also, sorry to those I haven't left a comment for yet, I WILL, spoons have just been low this year...) Also, I'll try to keep it to one rec per author because there are so many wonderful authors, but definitely go check the other fics of these people (if you haven't already) they're all excellent.

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Running from the Night by @to-the-stars-writing. My forever fic spouse and the fic I reread themost this year goes to the fantastic, angsty Alec goes to live in a small village to get away from the Clave because the poor dude is traumatized fic from to-the-stars. This fic is my fics spouse (yes I got @to-the-stars-writing's permission to marry this fic) and I love, love, love it so much.

Flames to Embers by @notcrypticbutcoy: teenage!Alec is poofed into the timeline of his older self and it is lovely, sad, and heartwarming all at the same time. Also, teenage Alec is delightfully grumpy and Adult Alec is even more delightfully Done with teenage!Alec's grumpiness.

starshine and moonlight by she_who_reads (all_fandoms_reader) A three +1 fic where Alec isn't enough until he finally is. This fic is angsty and delves into Alec's (not all that great) self-worth issues and it hurts. Might or might not have cried reading it.

The Warlock's Cat by @dreaming-marchling. I hesitated a while which one I should pick from Marchling, but I ended up choosing this one (that said PLEASE go read Bleed for Me as well it is so goooood). The Warlock's Cat is a delightful "Alec gets turned into a cat and ends up in Magnus's care" fic. I adore it, and while it has its angsty or whumpy spots, it's mostly a nice, feel-good read.

Magnus Bane: Menace by AceOnIce To give some reprieve from all of the angst in this list, here is a fic of pure, unabashed fluff. Starring: Warlock Alec and Shadowhunter Magnus, the latter of which writes some truly ridiculous mission reports to HOTI Ragnor's grief.

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

The river cannot go back by @lawsofchaos1. Alec being Alec and completely in love with Magnus which leads to him committing treason like it's nothing. It is a short, brilliant fic that had me screeching like any @lawsofchaos1 fic does.

I'm finding it hard to breath by Honey_Hued_Hermes This one is pretty heave, but it does have a Hopeful Ending. Alec never promised he would tell Magnus if things ever got that bad...and sadly they do. Diving into Alec's Suicidal Thoughts and his Self-Harm tendencies.

A Most Fundamental Truth by autisticalec A missing scene from 2X10 when Alec tells Magnus that he's never been as terrified as when he feared Magnus had died from the Soul Sword. This one-shot dives into the "Alec was really very not okay emotionally" in this scene, so go read it!

The Difficult Task by @dani-dabbles: Another Alec is going through it emotionally fic (there are quite a lot of these on this list I just realized, oops). Thankfully, Magnus is there to offer support when Alec needs it because Magnus is still the best boyfriend. (also the repeated "not good enough"is evil and I am suing for emotion damages, please and thank you very much)

come to me (in the night hours) by @moonlight-breeze-44 Izzy is a supportive sister and is there emotionally for Alec right before his wedding to Lydia. This fic left me feeling all sad and weepy. This fic is technically part of a series, but as no other parts have been posted yet I am posting this in the one-shot part.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

I've Always Dreamed of Meeting Someone Like You by ColorfulWarlock A non-magical Alternate Universe this time around. Single-dad, fashion designer, and CEO Magnus needs someone to draw his designs for him after a hit-and-run leaves him unable to draw for himself. Insert Alec, the wonderful babysitter, and game designer who seems to understand what Magnus envisions and draw them into reality!

Angelus ex Machina by BlueA The series starts with the sudden disappearance of demon activity and the way that lack of activity impacts the local Shadow World. I love the way the parabatai bond is portrayed in this fic (especially in the third installment).

through the fire and pain by alxndrlightwoods is another parabatai-bond deep-dive that goes deep into how a parabatai bond can change shadowhunters. It also explains why, if parabatai are so powerful, there aren't that many of them. Love this fic!

i cannot touch because they are too near by @faejilly nobody manages to write poetry without writing poetry quite like @faejilly for me, seriously the words are always so beautiful I am in awe. This fic has to be my absolute favorite though because deep-dives into the parabatai bond are interesting to begin with but the way Jilly decides to do so in this fic makes it go from interesting to absolutely brilliant.

Greater Love Hath No Man by @lawsofchaos1 Okay, I lied, here is a second Laws fic, but considering this fic led to the demise of my laptop, I felt that it deserved to be on the list. (No, that wasn't a joke). Dad!Alec is forced to send baby!Max away to a warlock orphanage when his magic grows too strong for him and leaves him injured. The pain is real and it is excruciating, tissues are advised.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

As much as I adore reccing fics, doing self-recs is awkward, so I'm going to keep this to one rec before I combust into flames.

All Was Golden (everyone has probably read that one already because it's my most-read fic which makes this slightly less awkward than reccing any other of my fics.) Anyway, soulmate AU with a kind of ugly meet that has some angst.

Tagging, without any kind of pressure, the authors I tagged in the rec-list (if they haven't participated already) as well as @miss-mouse.

#rec game #foodsies rambles #I love all of these fics so much #and there were so many more I wanted to include #maybe I should do rec lists more often #even if nobody reads them

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mostlyblues · 1 month

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In honour of his birthday, I'm going to rant about some of my favourite roles of the global treasure (yes, I'm promoting him from the ‘national’ status), David Tennant. Feel free to add your own.💙

Fourteen Doctor: This might seem like an odd choice to start with when there are popular choices like the Tenth Doctor and Crowley, but this character holds a very special place in my heart. I've been a fan of DT for about 6 years now and it started with Doctor Who. I love Ten but Fourteen is just more dear to me. Mostly because he made me excited again for one of my favourite TV shows. As a character, he has all the trademark qualities of the Doctor - the genius level intellect, endless compassion, and love for new adventures. But he is somehow more mature and softer, and I loved this development. Also, that blue coat and that (1) button - you know what I'm talking about.

Phileas Fogg: Such an underrated TV show. The chemistry of the trio, the adventures, the title sequence music - there's so much to love about this. And Fogg is such a real character. So far from perfect, this man will often appear as aloof, vain, self-absorbed and even a coward. But I think Phileas is one of the best roles ever played by Tennant. Yes, he's flawed but he's also intelligent, so incredibly kind, and yes, even brave. If you haven't watched this show, I highly recommend it.

Alec Hardy: So different from most other charming roles of DT, Hardy is a sad wet cat. He's grumpy, not nice, and just really tired of the world (who can't relate though?). His reluctant friendship with Ellie is one of the best parts of the grim show. And the fanfic lover in me can't stop screaming about how whumpable he is.

Crowley: I was going for the top three kind of ranking but the thin dark duke slithered his way over. And how can you not love Anthony J. Crowley? From this pure delightful joy while creating stars and nebulae (I can't get over David's face and the happy noises he makes in this scene) to his reluctant and vast love for his Angel and the earth, Crowley is very easy to fall in love with (take notes, Aziraphale. I know you love him but please use your words. Crowley, at least, tried).

I wanted to add more characters, especially the Shakespearean ones (I love Hamlet, but Benedick has my heart), but the list won't simply ever end then. So, I'm just going to say name all the ones I love and end it here - Simon Yates (There She Goes), Dave Tyler (Single Father), Campbell Bain (Takin' over the Asylum), Harry Watling aka The Sexy Vicar (Inside Man, this show was so freaking stressful but I loved David's character), every single Shakespearean character he ever played (even the ones I haven't or probably won't ever get the chance to see - cries in Macbeth), and, of course, Scrooge McDuck (DuckTales).

So, thank you DT for gifting the world with some of the best, most adorable, wholesome, gender-enviable characters to ever exist. (Except for the creeps, freaks, and ruthless murderers, which we kind of love as well). Happy Birthday! 💙

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volturissideslut · 1 year

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Req for the volturi :)

Domestic 'snapshots' of life with the kings (seperate or not) and with the guards if possible? By snap shots I mean like short scenes of a regular day, watching them get dressed for trials, spending time w them, them finding you after trials and greeting you... etc?

I really enjoy your volturi headcanons :)

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 + 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖘

I LOVE DOMESTIC SNAPSHOTS SO MUCH YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND I'M DOING THE TWINS TOO AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME! In some of these you're human and in others ur a vamp (ps I write from the movie not the book so twins are aged up like the movies)

Aro

Sitting next to him and leaning your head on his chest, half asleep as he keeps talking about all the history he's witnessed, fighting sleep desperately because 1, it's interesting, and 2, you love listening to his stories

but his voice is just such a comforting thing to you after all this time together and the low gentle hum has you so relaxed and enchanted that you can't help but fall asleep (almost like he's doing it on purpose)

when you finally fall asleep he pulls a cozy blanket over the two and you before going to do his own thing

the loss of his comforting voice has you stirring awake, but he notices and just continues talking, finishing his story before beginning a new one and eventually fantasising about what the future holds with you

Marcus

It's almost lunch time for you and you get up, about to get some food but Marcus stops you; he has a gift for you. As he's handing it to you, you realise with a gentle smile what exactly it is your holding

a box of chicken flavour 'cup of soup' packets, the cheap one too and you can't help but beam at him suprised by the thoughtfulness

he remembered

weeks ago now - perhaps even months - you had been rambling about your childhood, upset at the prospect of losing what you hold dear with the soon vampire status you would have

reminiscing over the late nights with your mother when you were sick or it was a rainy day, having cheap cup of soups and curling under her bed covers together with a comfort film on the background whilst you talked and existed together

maybe to others a gift of pearls and diamonds or gold would have been more impressive but he listened and he cared

Caius

Here you are, sat trying your hardest not to laugh in your lovers face as he insists that he doesn't look like grumpy cat

the resemblance is too close you you and you know if you were human you would be wheezing out of breath as he tries and failed to put up an annoyed facade, an offended facade, which ilny makes them resemble each other more

"how on earth did it get stuck with you" he'd mutter quietly despite knowing you'd hear him no matter what, as his face splits into a grin and he can no longer hold his own chuckle back

it's ridiculous and not even funny when you think about it but moments like these with you always warms his soul

Alec

A muffled scream left you lips as you buried your face deeper into the nape of his neck. Honestly, why was he so insistant on speeding around with you on his back scaring you?

it was when he jumped over a particularly large river ravine that you flailed around a bit before he set you firmly on the ground

"give me a warning next time Alec!" you gasped, glaring playfully at his unrepentant smirk. He was up to something, definitely up to somethi-

Without time to finish your thought he scoops you up before scaling a perticularly tall tower, reluctantly clinging to him and burrowing into him impossibly further and ignoring his weak attempts to comfort you through boisterous laughs

he was right though- the view of the sunrise up here was well worth it and the rush of getting up here to see it had you feeling just as giddy as a teen in love

Jane

This had to be the most relaxed she had been in a long time

sliding her arms into the sleeves of her cloak she had to take a moment to compose herself before leaving, unwanting to show others just how happy you made her simply by existing

here you were, hair tussled and an absolute mess, eyes almost glued shut in sleep as you groaned dramatically at the thought of getting out of bed

you wanted a goodbye kiss but you wrongfully assumed Jane would be pitiful of this and give in

but no

she's making you work for it, ready to walk out the door of your shared room as you whine for her to come 4 freaking steps closer before her duty starts, state only worsened by the smug and and teasing smile painted on her face

just as she's about to give in one of the lower guards barges in disturbing the peace and she straightens up, before turning to him

realising he's in the wrong room he bolts put with a half baked apology and Jane is left to simply roll her eyes and press a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving, masking her smirk at your complain that "that's not what I meant! wan' a proper kiss" with annoyance for the lower guard she's about to hunt down

For Demetri and Felix click here

#twilight #twilight renascence #volturi #headcannons #x reader #twilight saga #hc #alec volturi #jane volturi #aro volturi #marcus volturi #caius volturi #volturi kings #volturi guard #volturissideslut #fluff

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djazzyhands · 1 year

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Valentine

There was a light knock on the door to my office. I snapped my head up at the sound and muttered a quiet "Come in", before focussing my gaze on the screen again. Throwing a glance at the clock, my eyes widened. I'd been so caught up in finishing this report that I completely lost track of time. Everyone must've left the office by now. Well, everyone except Alec.

With a faint shriek, the door opened, revealing a rather grumpy detective leaning against the wall. He stepped in and after straightening his tie, he let out a small cough.

"Uhm... Hi, Y/N" he started, staring at me awkwardly.

"Hi, Alec", I smiled weakly.

The hours I'd spent peering at my laptop today, were starting to take their toll on me.

"You're still here?" Alec frowned, taking off his glasses as I nodded.

"I mean, obviously you are, I can see that, it's just-" he stuttered, and I chuckled softly.

As awkward as he was, there was something endearing about the way he searched for his words.

"Are you alright?" he eventually asked.

Slightly taken aback by his concern, it took me a few seconds to respond. Not that he'd never shown me any compassion before. On the contrary, he'd always been very sweet to me. He'd taken me under his wing from the moment I arrived at the station and seemed determined to take care of me. He'd just been very subtle with it. A cup of tea, a hand on my shoulder, a reassuring smile,... But never something this direct.

"I'm fine," I shrugged half-heartedly, "Just a little tired."

He pulled up an eyebrow, eying me worriedly.

"I've nearly finished the file you requested, though" I mentioned proudly.

Alec swallowed a sigh, stepping closer to my desk. Eying the screen thoroughly, he leaned over me, his tie brushing my shoulder. He was so close I could hear him breathe, and I caught a hint of his scent as he placed a hand on my chair. Nodding approvingly, he took a step back, deciding to lean on my desk this time.

"It's my fault that you're still here, isn't it?" he stated guiltily.

"Oh no, Alec! I know that this is important and I wanted to get it done as fast as possible," I explained.

Hardy chuckled quietly.

"Alright, then. Still, I want to make it up to you."

I frowned slightly, unsure what to expect from him.

"Oh?"

He scratched the back of his neck nervously and glanced down, avoiding my questioning gaze.

"You see, I uhm... I'm kinda glad that you're still here. Not that I want you to be tired, of course! I-..."

He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to look up at me.

"I just wanted to ask you something", he confessed, shoving his hands in his pockets helplessly.

"Yeah?" I replied, my heart starting to beat a little faster as I looked into his deep, chocolate-brown eyes.

"Well, you must've noticed that I'm... a little different with you than with your colleagues?"

He eyed me curiously, and I nodded, a sudden flutter filling my stomach.

"Truth is... I- I like you. Quite a lot, actually, " he chuckled nervously.

"And... that doesn't really happen to me a lot. Especially after everything with Tess, I never thought I could love someone again, but... here you are."

His voice softened as he stepped closer, standing but a few inches away from me.

"You saved me, Y/N" he whispered, gently taking my hand and bringing it up to his chest.

Feeling his heartbeat under my fingers, I gulped slightly, not daring to look up at him. Alec, however, cupped my cheek with his other hand and smiled at me encouragingly. Searching for my eyes, he brushed his thumb along my cheekbone, gazing at me intently. When I finally looked back at him, his eyes seemed to plead, begging for permission as he glanced at my lips, unsure whether I wanted this or not. He patiently waited for me to decide, now caressing my hand on his chest as well.

It wasn't a hard decision. I'd loved him for such a long time, never expecting anything in return. But here he suddenly was, desperate for my affection. Closing my eyes, I leaned into him and felt his lips, soft and warm against mine. It didn't take long for Alec to respond, and he kissed me back passionately, yet gently, letting his hands slide down my sides. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled me flush against his chest, surprising both me and himself.

"Sorry", he blushed, "I-"

But I silenced him with another kiss, startling him at first, but soon enough he melted in my embrace, granting me a satisfied groan. When he eventually pulled back, he kept me close, trailing kisses to my ear.

"I know I'm a bit late, but... Will you be my Valentine?" he whispered lovingly.

#alec hardy #broadchurch #fluff #fanfic #alec hardy x reader

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Before prompting (which woo boi pushing through my anxiety to do this took a hot second XD) just wanted to say thank you for all the absolutely outstanding content, my first day off every week is Wednesday and your writing has become the perfect way to detach from work and destress my brain so again thank you!

I saw a tiktok today that I just went omg mobwife!Alec and I am sharing a screenshot but also more mobwife!Alec please?

i'm so proud of you! good job even though that must have been a lot pushing through the anxiety. i'm glad the days work well together and i'm happy you look forward to my writing! i was very happy getting your ask and prompt and just everything! i'm really happy to share wednesdays and writing with people!

here we go! more mob!wife alec and i hope you enjoy and i love this picture and image and he absolutely wears it and he also wears these a lot cause i realize i never added a picture

“You know he’s gonna bring Alec, honey.” Mari warns as she fluffs her skirt and pats down her waist. “There’s never a chance he’ll show up anywhere without him, but especially not a strip club. What were you thinking, anyway?”

“Jamie changed the venue.” Leo grumbles and he sounds as miserable as she feels. “You’re not gonna be able to pull him away from Bane, are you?”

Mari shakes her head, truly sympathetic and also filled with a little vindictive glee.

“Alec didn’t like that secretary touching Bane, you think he’s going to put up with girls hoping to score? He’ll be sticking close tonight.”

—

“When you said a strip club, this is not what I thought you meant.” Alexander admits and his nose crinkles in distaste as the vast amount of naked, mundane bodies on display.

“Would you have stayed home?” Magnus asks, genuinely curious and Alexander gives him a grumpy, petulant look and sighs.

“No Magnus, I would not have stayed home. I just wouldn’t have worn something with so much skin myself.” Alexander looks intensely uncomfortable, “it’s suspiciously sticky in here and for once, I wish it was ichor.”

Magnus muffles a chuckle in Alexander’s hair and uses his magic pass over his boy’s skin.

“Better?” He murmurs and Alexander nods against him in relief, his entire body coated with a thin layer of magic that will look like specks of glitter when he shifts.

“I love you.” Alexander murmurs into the crook of his neck and Magnus genuinely wishes they didn’t have to worry about a faerie aphrodisiac being leaked into the mundane world. If they didn’t, he could have Alexander back home where they could be reading together, in bed or having dinner just the two of them in some country across the world.

“I’m taking you to France, in the morning.” Magnus tells him, “we’ll go to that place with that little river you loved, the one you spent the morning hunting crayfish in.”

Alexander genuinely looks interested at that and he perks up a bit before he eyes the stage and deflates again.

“Just stay close.” Magnus tells him, because the last thing he needs is Alexander away from him and being swarmed by mundanes who think he’s pretty. Which is something that has happened before on the mundane levels of Pandemonium.

“Like I’m going anywhere.” Alexander scoffs and he steps even closer, letting Magnus wrap his arms around him and pull him flush to him.

Magnus hums and kisses his neck and lets his fingers play with the threads of Alexander’s corset and he wonders just how much it would cost him to bribe Alexander onto the stage.

“No,” his boy mutters, giving him an unamused but loving glare, “I can see something going on in your head, Magnus. I don’t know what it is, but no.”

“Next time.” Magnus promises, because that would be a little cruel to try for tonight and then he’s guiding Alexander over to the group they’re supposed to be a part of.

The start of it goes well enough, until the drinks start coming and then things go sour.

Alexander freezes from where he’s drinking his champagne and he eyes the cup consideringly before he reaches out and plucks Mari’s glass away from her and he instead drinks it.

To the increasing shock and horror of the man across from them all.

“Alec?” Mari asks, confusion and wariness in her voice as she eyes the glass Alexander is now holding.

“Magnus—” Alexander slurs, eyes going hazy almost instantly, “sa’ hot in here babe.”

“What was in that?” Magnus asks, voice furious and heated as he takes the glass from Alexander and sniffs it. He recoils a moment later and sends a vicious, seething glare to the man he was supposed to meet tonight.

“This is an extremely volatile aphrodisiac.” Magnus says lowly and he stares at the mundane, “it’s been known to kill half the people who consume it.”

Mostly because half of the people consuming it are mundanes and it will kill them with pleasure.

A little death still kills, after all.

There’s silence in their little section for a bare moment and then the man is being penned down by Leo’s personal security and Mari is being sat down by Leo into a chair.

“Leo, you will deal with this. Won’t you?” Magnus asks, voice cruel and casual as he gets an arm around Alexander’s waist. His boy is stable, even while drugged and listless and the arm he slings around Magnus’ neck is firm and sturdy, meaning Alexander is playing up the affects to a degree.

“Do you need a doctor?” Leo offers, shaky and worried, and Magnus knows that he means well but he scoffs and shakes his head.

“There are very few I trust with my husband, Leo. Especially on nights like tonight.”

—

“Why did you drink it, sweetheart?” Magnus asks when he finally gets Alexander to their loft and his boy is sweating and miserable and touch-hungry and grumpy about it.

“The dosage would have killed a mundane.” Alexander gasps out, “I didn’t recognize the scent, but I knew it wouldn’t kill me.”

“Not good enough!” Magnus bites out as he gets Alexander undressed and in the cool, tepid water of the bath. “You don’t put yourself in danger like that, ever. Especially not for something as reckless as this. “

Alexander pouts up at him and sighs and then admits, “I knew we’d have to leave if I drank it. Plus, it was evidence, someone is definitely leaking faerie drugs into the mundane world.”

Magnus hisses like a scalded cat and cups Alexander’s wet face between his palms. “I’ll make up a reason, if you’re going to be dosed with something like this, it should at least be a good experience. Not this!” Magnus sighs in exasperation and adds oils to the cold water that Alexander is shivering in.

“Honestly, darling.” Magnus chides as he lets his magic untangle the aphrodisiac and drugs apart from each other so he can purge the mundane drugs from Alexander’s body. It won’t be so easy with anything else, but mundane drugs don’t affect shadowhunters accept as a mild allergy.

“Love you.” Alexander slurs cheekily and Magnus uses magic to make him hold his breath and then dunks him, scrubbing his hair viciously before pulling him back up. Alexander splutters and shakes his hair, water going everywhere as he pouts up at Magnus.

“Menace!” Magnus tells him, suddenly exhausted and relieved and far less likely to destroy half of New York’s criminal underbelly.

#writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #lumine writes #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #malec #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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lakesbian · 11 months

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i can't draw so i need everyone to imagine my undersiders pride lineup in their mind palaces with me (aisha and alec holding up a bisexual flag while aisha grabs taylor, taylor looking all embarrassed and mad and argumentative while being dragged into a sort of lean into the Bisexual Corner, lisa standing next to taylor making a smug little knowing pose at her while delicately holding one end of a lesbian flag, rachel looking grumpy and very 'only here because they made me' holding the other end of the flag, brian standing at the end wincing at the nearly-toppling aisha + taylor stack and awkwardly holding a really tiny ally flag on a stick)

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thepariahcontinuum · 7 months

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An MHA x Parahumans Crossover idea

Because I did the same thing for RWBY x Parahumans.

Which members of the MHA cast would each member of the Slaughterhouse 9 try to recruit for their "Try-Outs" the way they did in Brockton Bay?

Hatchet Face: Okay so in canon Hatchet Face doesn't get to make a selection, because he's dead and the others are picking his replacement; also we never got much of an insight into him beyond 'Serial killer vibes' now for the RWBY version of this I picked Tyrian for matching vibes and there is a very straightforward obvioucs answer here, but you'll see I saved that for later. The least important member of the nine can pick a minor character so: Moonfish, the guy with the teeth

Mannequin: For someone whose whole modus operandi is to find Tinker class Capes who are trying to make the world a better place and break them there really is only one option in the MHA cast and that is Mei Hatsume.....Try not to think about the fact that Mei's Quirk is related to her vision and not her genius and so there's an easy but symbolic way for her to pass Mannequin's challenge of "Change yourself"

Crawler: Crawler's nominations are a unique thing, he doesn't nominate people with any intention of the actually surviving and joining the Nine, all he wants is the strongest possible opponents to fight so that he can keep on evolving and that makes things simple; I considered Deku, Shiggy and Allmight but really, the best possible challenge for Crawler would be All For One, something that gives him a chance to evolve to fight multiple different threats at once.

Bonesaw: Easiet possible answer: Dr Kyudai Garaki/Daruma Ujiko, the Nomu scientist; of course Bonesaw wants a grumpy grandpa mad-scientist to join the family.

Burnscar: Okay so hear me out, in canon Burnscar forewent her opportunity to nominate in order to visit someone she was in the Parahuman Asylum with; so I think that yet again she'd forego her chance in order to basically veto someone else from being nominated. In this instance I'm gonna go with the idea that she saw Shoto's burned face and selected him/the Todoroki family as off limits for the rest of the Nine....Also because when she's not in serial killer mode she's a weeb and a dork and the idea of her being awkward as fuck but thinking that this is clearly the start of a romance is amusing to me.

Shatterbird: She takes fighters and cold blooded killers, or people she can mould into cold blooded kilers....I like the idea that she was weighing up several options, maybe Endeavour, maybe Mirko, maybe Lady Nagant but then she heard about Katsuki Bakugo; a promising young hero who has already proven his abilities, his capacity for violence and has already been kidnapped by one villain team seeking to poach him. Immediately she decides that he's the only possible candidate.

Siberian: In canon he recruited Rachel because she was an outcast who reminded him of his daughter and I honestly considered the idea of taking one of the Heteromorph heroes like Froppy or Mina but then I had to slap myself and realise that Himiko Toga is the obvious choice....Also Toga and Burnscar can be Yandere together.

Cherish: Again, in a situation without Alec Cherish would just pick whoever reminded her most of Alec and initially that was gonna be Todoroki; son of a bastard and clearly the favourite....When Burnscar denied her that I like to think she debated picking someone close to Shoto, like Momo just to be petty, but whilst scoping out UA she found someone whose personality reminded her of Alec; I think she'd nominate Neito Monoma....Granted Shinsou's power is closer to Regent's but Cherish picked her brother to get him killed, I think we all want Monoma dead at least a little.

Jack Slash: Okay this gonna be another 'Cop-out protag vs villain match up' but hear me out....I think Jack would go looking for Stain and be unimpressed in the end, the same way he was with Oni Lee and then start looking for other candidates, if Hatchet Face was dead than I can see him wanting Aizawa as a replacement, if not then maybe LeMillion for the potential and the opportunity to break someone heroic....But, in canon he forewent his chance to nominate in order to have his game with Theo; and I think if anyone's gonna piss him off like that and make him second guess himself and change his plans....It's gonna be Deku, the kid who started with no powers and who even the Hero Killer respects; of course Jack Slash is gonna want to tear him down.

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Stars Around My Scars

Chapter 10 - Only Bought This Dress So You Could- (Read on Ao3)

Magnus was starting to have some regrets.

“No,” he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “You can’t pick out five of the exact same hoodie.”

Alec frowned. “But they’re not the same.”

Magnus raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“I am!” Alec protested. “This one has no pockets, and this one has slanted pockets, and this one has rounded pockets-“

“Which are completely useless,” Magnus stated, looking at the pockets which looked like they couldn’t even hold a set of keys. He snatched it out of Alec’s hand and tossed it aside. “Pick only one, and let’s move on.”

“Why are you so grumpy?” Alec mumbled.

“Why am I-?” Magnus whirled on him, incredulous. “Why am I grumpy?! Maybe because, if you hadn’t bloody insisted on staying home, we could’ve started out early and-“ he huffed. “How the hell am I supposed to pick out a whole wardrobe for you before 10pm?! This is way too stressful?”

Alec calmly checked his watch.

“You have four hours,” he said, and then amended, “Well, three hours and forty-two minutes to be precise, but I think that’s enough time.”

Magnus glared at him.

“You could’ve just summoned whatever, you know?” Alec said, and it reminded Magnus of how Alec had said the same thing just before Magnus had portalled their asses here - Just summon whatever.

It made him even madder.

It also made him a little sad to think that Alec didn’t think himself worthy of a shopping spree and good clothes.

He was determined to show Alec that investing time and effort (and money) on oneself was actually a very good thing.

Unfortunately, he only had three hours and forty minutes to achieve this. He really needed to get a hold on himself and stop giving in to Alec’s puppy doll eyes.

For now, he went through his mental list of what he needed for a basic wardrobe for Alec. Five short-sleeved t-shirts and five long-sleeved. Five sweaters at Alec’s insistence. Five pairs of sweatpants and five pairs of jeans. At least two parts of formal clothes and one tux, and…

"You can have two more hoodies," Magnus acquiesced. "But they can't all be black."

Alec’s lips twitched as he turned away, as if he wanted to smile.

Magnus watched him as he turned to the racks of hoodies, rummaging through them and checking for sizes. At last, he pulled out a brown hoodie, and Magnus groaned.

"No."

"Why not?" Alec frowned.

"Because," Magnus said, walking over to Alec and holding the sweater against him. "Brown clashes with your features! You're obviously a winter. Brown is too warm for you."

Magnus looked over the racks, and pulled out a navy blue hoodie, holding it up against Alec. “See? That looks much better.”

Alec scrunched up his face. "What even is a 'winter'?"

"You are," Magnus said simply. "People use seasons to categorize different types of complexions. Your skin has cool undertones, and combined with your dark hair and blue eyes - that makes you a winter."

Alec blinked owlishly.

"Never you mind," Magnus shook his head. "Here, hold this, and-" he reached out for a dark gray hoodie, the color of storm clouds, and held it up consideringly against Alec. "Hmm, maybe more of a blue-gray? This shade kind of washes you out."

"What does it matter?" Alec muttered bitingly. "Just pick something and let's move on."

"Hush, you." Magnus frowned. "It does matter, you know? Dressing well does more of a number on your self confidence than you’d think.”

Alec snorted. “Right.”

“It’s true!” Magnus raised his eyebrows. “I’ll prove it to you. But first-“ he turned back to the racks of hoodies. “How about that light gray?”

Alec groaned.

The hoodie Magnus finally picked out was more white, threaded through with some black giving it the look of television static. They went through several stores, Magnus picking out everything he had in mind and a few extra. A leather jacket that Alec had looked at for two seconds long. A pair of fluffy bathrobes, one bright purple and one blue. Three pairs of socks for the colder months.

At last, Magnus and Alec touched down on the store he’d planned for the grand finale - a formal clothing store. It was run by a werewolf family who’d immigrated several decades past from London, and was by far the best place for formal clothes Magnus had ever known.

Magnus stood and watched as a younger werewolf took measurements of Alec, who stood like the Christ the Redeemer with a blank, almost bored expression on his face. However, Magnus thought he did see a hint of curiosity in the boy’s eyes as the werewolf brought over a sample tux.

“I have to try that on?” Alec frowned, lowering his arms.

“Well,” Magnus shrugged. “Yes. Obviously.”

“I didn’t have to try any of the other clothes, though,” Alec pointed out.

“You would’ve gotten to,” Magnus pointed out, “if we’d simply left in the morning like I’d planned.”

His inner bisexual was still mourning the loss of that opportunity.

He didn’t stop to ruminate on that for long, however. His inner bisexual still had work to do.

One of his brain cells stopped to whisper that maybe Magnus’s inner bisexual shouldn’t be involved in this. Magnus promptly ignored it.

Alec appeared to be grumbling under his breath as he stepped off the podium and headed into the dressing room, the werewolf in tow with a huge cushion of pins in hand.

As much as his inner bisexual was enjoying this, there actually was a good reason that Magnus chose to have Alec try on a tux, specifically.

It was a very well known fact that every man looked good in a tux.

And if you wanted a man to feel beautiful, well. The fastest way was to put him in a tux.

A few minutes later, Alec stepped out of the dressing room, slowly making his way back to the platform.

As Magnus had predicted, he looked exquisite. It was a simple but classic black tux with a white shirt, fitted perfectly thanks to the werewolf’s expertise with pins. The tux showed off the little dip of Alec’s waist, the firm thighs which somehow looked better than when Magnus had seen them bare, the muscle of Alec’s arms as he tugged at the lapels of his coat.

If Alec in a short skirt was lewd, Alec in a tux was as sexy as a sharp blade.

Magnus cleared his throat. “You look great.”

He wondered for a moment if great was too big of a compliment, and if maybe he should’ve settled for ‘good’ so as to not give Alec the wrong idea, until he deemed the idea too ridiculous and dismissed that thought.

“Go on. Turn around,” Magnus urged Alec. “The mirrors are behind you, you know?”

Alec narrowed his eyes at Magnus, but turned around anyways, and Magnus held his breath.

He was hoping Alec would like looking at himself just as much as Magnus did.

However, after a quiet minute or so, Alec looked over his shoulder and said, “It’s alright, I guess.”

It would be an understatement to say that Magnus was bummed, but he’d take it for now.

Now that all the shopping was accounted for, Magnus simply flicked the shopping bags home, and he and Alec strolled through the mall, which was slowly closing down. Shutters were coming down all around, and lights were slowly dimming.

Magnus was just contemplating where to get dinner when Alec spoke up, “Can we get going?”

“Of course,” Magnus replied, still in thought. There were quite a few Downworld restaurants that’d be open at this time, but maybe Alec would prefer a mundane restaurant? “Just let me think of where to-“

“Let’s just go back to the apartment,” Alec grumbled.

Magnus paused. “What do you mean, back to the apartment? You’ve been cooped up in there all day! Two days, in fact!”

“Magnus,” Alec sighed. “I’m hungry, and I’m tired, and I really need to pee, so can we please just-“

“If you can walk for just a few minutes, there’s several places nearby where we can eat,” Magnus pointed out. “Also, most restaurants have decent washrooms.”

Alec frowned, the type of frown that had Magnus mentally scrambling because he knew what came next.

“No,” he said firmly. “And I’m not going to budge this time.”

He'd been giving into Alec a lot recently, which was getting concerning. He needed to have at least some level of modicum.

Alec looked at him. "Plea-"

"No."

Alec pursed his lips. "I'll just run back to the house by myself, then."

"No you won't," Magnus said coolly. "Not unless you want to change into a short skirt in the middle of the street."

Alec narrowed his eyes at Magnus. "Those rules don't apply outside the house."

"Of course they do. I'm afraid I don't make the rules." Magnus shrugged languidly. "Oh wait, I do."

Alec stared at him consideringly for a long time.

"Fine," he grumbled at last. "But I get to choose."

Magnus paused at that condition. He wasn't really sure he trusted Alec’s taste. Shadowhunters didn't exactly eat for leisure. And this whole argument was about him not giving into Alec’s demands and establish some control.

On the other hand, Alec was actually going along with his plans for once and it might not hurt to loosen the leash a little.

#sams #stars around my scars #fic 100 #malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #my fics

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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But wait! There's more!!! I mean... I had to take advantage of the time, right??

This was a reminder of how chaotic this fic was jdhdjdjkd. I love them your honor!

Ngl, I'm excited for ials' moodboard. Imma make myself cry :)

As my favorite babe would say:

Yours in faith,

Noah💙

Reading this reminded me of how chaotic and unhinged this fic was we need more of that in our lives 💙

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

I loved the aesthetic! And the quotes of your choice have me reeling.

Now. I know some of yall were asking about this before. This moldboard inspired this scene. So, everyone say, thank you to noah!

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“Well. Well. Well. Look who finally decided to show his face.”

Max feels afraid. A little. He doesn’t know why.

Maybe it’s because he’s finally in New York after so fucking long. Maybe because he now knows his bapak - sweet bapak - actually used to be a fucking assassin. Maybe it’s because of what he’s about to do.

Goddamnit. He should’ve done this over the phone. Or sent a letter or some shit.

David gives his hand a little squeeze. Max finds the strength he needs.

“Bapak,” Max whispers.

Bapak’s face softens immediately. “FaceTime doesn’t do justice, Blueberry. You look so handsome.”

“I know right?” Max chuckles as he hugs his father tightly. “Missed you.”

“Missed you more,” bapak whispers as he pulls back. The smiles broadly. “David. Come here.”

David carefully hugs the other man. “Hello, Magnus.”

“I hope the trip was safe,” bapak smiles.

“It was,” David smiles.

“David has more security than the president,” Max snickers.

“As he should,” bapak huffs. “The president is a douchebag.”

Someone very pointedly clears their throat. Max tries not to roll his eyes.

“Alec,” bapak chastises. “Help them with their luggage.”

“They have hands,” dad shrugs.

Bapak scoffs at that. “Ignore him. He’s always grumpy during winter.”

Max chuckles awkwardly. “Not gonna lie. I thought you’d be way more pissed about this.”

“Because you got secretly married?” bapak demands.

Max’s palms are sweaty. “Yeah?”

“You know, Blueberry. I had a lot of time to think about this,” bapak tells him. “And I’ve come to the realization that this is not about me. It's about you. It’s your life and your wedding.”

“Really?” Max whispers softly.

“Sure,” the man grins. “I mean, do I still think we should throw a small party? Definitely. Perhaps a little shindig with our close friends and family. I could make the guest list and sort out the catering and get us all matching outfits-”

Dad clears his throat again.

“Right,” Max swallows. “Bapak. Um. It’s just…There is something you should know before.”

“Oh my god,” the man gasps softly. “Did you already have a party? Without us?”

“No. No. David and I got married very quietly,” Max confesses as he holds onto his husband for dear life. “We don’t really want a party.”

“Oh. Alright then,” bapak hums. “I guess I’ll delete my Pinterest board. It only took me…a few hours.”

Dad clears his throat again.

“Alec,” bapak says in frustration. “Is something wrong with your throat? Do you have a cold?”

The front door creaks softly as two tiny hands push them open and run into the apartment.

Ah.

Fuck.

“Daddy. How long do I have to stay in the car?” the boy complains softly. “It’s cold outside.”

Max adjusts the boy’s beanie and swallows thickly. “Um. So.”

“Alec,” bapak blinks a couple of times.

“Yeah, babe?”

“There is a child in my house.”

“Yep.”

“There is a child in my house,” bapak says again. “Whose child is this?”

Max puts up his hand dumbly. David does too.

“You two have a child,” bapak narrows his eyes.

“It’s, um, children, actually,” David murmurs.

“Children?” bapak echoes. “Plural?”

“Arthur is in the car,” Max says quickly. “He gets cranky if you wake him up during nap time.”

“You named them?” bapak demands. “Without me?”

“Bapak, in my defense, you named your cat Chairman Meow.”

“It’s a great name! Alec, tell them it’s a great name.”

“At least you didn’t name your kid Lancelot,” dad rolls his eyes.

“It’s just Lance!” the little one groans.

“Lance,” bapak’s face softens again. Then he glares at Max. “This is unacceptable.”

“Magnus,” David interrupts, taking a step forward. “We had to do it for the sake of the children. We couldn’t tell anyone. Max wanted to. I promise. But we couldn’t risk the safety of our boys. I’m sure you understand that.”

Bapak lets out a long suffering breath. “I suppose! But this situation needs to be rectified immediately!”

Max relaxes a little. Damn. He really thought this was going to go south.

“We’ll have a little family dinner. A tiny one. We can get to know each other,” bapak smiles as he ruffles Lance’s hair. “We have to tell Rafael. He’s going to have a stroke.”

“Yay!” Lance cheers. “Uncle Rafe’s coming!”

There is a terrible silence.

“Rafael knows?” bapak asks dangerously.

“It was an accident! Lance was playing with my phone and he accidentally FaceTimed Rafe and it was this whole thing but-“

“So, I’m the last person to know?” the man demands.

“Um,” Max gulps. “Uncle Jace doesn’t know yet.”

“I’M IN THE SAME CATEGORY AS JACE?”

“Bapak.”

“Alec.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Get my assassin’s toolbox.”

“On it.”

“Bapak!” Max groans. “We have a child!”

“Children!” David reminds. “Plural!”

“You are being so extra right now!” Max complains.

“Excuse me, I’m not the one who eloped to Paris and got married in secret and has a wholeass secret family!” the man growls at him as he goes through what actually looks like an assassin’s toolbox.

Jesus fuck.

“I think we should run,” Max whispers to his husband.

“No.”

“Babe, he has a toolbox!” Max hisses. “It has knives.”

“You must be joking if you think I didn’t come prepared,” David tells him quietly. “I have four knives in my person right now.”

Jesus fuck.

What the fuck?

And why is that so fucking hot?

“What’s this?” Lance peeps inside the box.

“This is my favourite dagger,” bapak smiles as he takes out a tiny dagger. “You can keep it.”

“Um,” David says. “We don’t give him sharp objects.”

Bapak throws him a glare and David shuts up.

“God knows how many birthdays I’ve missed,” bapak huffs as Lance inspects the dagger. “I need to catch up.”

“Papi gave me a train last year,” Lance informs and smiles at Alec. “It goes choo choo!”

Dad swallows. “I’ve never met this child in my life.”

“You and I will talk later,” bapak tells dad slowly. “You’ve been a bad boy, Alexander.”

“Gross,” Max groans and covers his son’s years.

“Blueberry,” bapak points a finger at Max. “You are going to tell me everything. And there better be photos or there will be hell to pay.”

“I have loads,” Max says quickly and takes out his phone.

“And you,” bapak glares at David. “Is it just two or are there more secret children I need to know about?”

“Um,” David says as dad slowly moves the toolbox away from bapak’s reach. “We have a cat?”

“YOU HAVE A WHAT?”

#max in the background: it's an ugly cat so it's fine!#thank you noah ilysm #thasmin #noah boo thang #dear mr lightwood #DML #mavid

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How to Write a Great Query Letter

Part 2 of a 2-part series of guest posts by Alec J. Marsh. Part 1, “Why Query Letters are Good, Actually,” came out last week; you can read it here!

Alec is also the author of Duck Prints Press’s forthcoming novella To Drive the Hundred Miles, about a young man coming home for the holidays and finding more than he expected. It’s coming out December 21st, 2022. They know what they’re talking about, as an author and about a writer-writing-about-writing, so read on and learn!

Now that you’ve read the first post in this series, and had a week to reflect on it… are you convinced yet? Are you ready to acquire the most important marketing skill of your career? Great!

If you’re primarily interested in how to pitch to Duck Prints Press specifically, there will be a full post about that coming out in the near future. But I promise, these skills will help you whatever your writing aspirations are.

1. The Really Boring Part

Most queries open with a paragraph called “metadata.” This is all the marketing stuff that you need to get out of the way so your agent/editor knows what kind of book it is. This includes

Title: Self-explanatory

Length: This is vitally important for traditional publishing. If you are a debut author and your story isn’t within the accepted range, you’ll get automatically rejected by most agents. There are very good industry reasons for that, but discussing that’s a different article. If you want to look at the averages, check out this link.

Genre and age range: This is practical for marketing and readership purposes, and it also puts the summary in context.

Comparative (or Comp) Titles: This is a tricky one, and a full discussion on selecting appropriate comparative titles could easily be its own separate blog post, but the short version is that you should pick titles that your book can be compared to. That can be descriptive—"Supernatural but set in Eastern Europe"—or genre—"For fans of Tamora Pierce"—or even trope based—"Sunshine/Grumpy romance set in a world of danger and magic." There are a ton of options, but the main point is to position your story in the market and make it easy to pick up quickly.

Logline: This serves a similar purpose as the comp titles do and is meant to sum up one cool part of your story. It doesn’t have to sum up the entire story. For example, Gideon the Ninth sounds wild if you try to summarize the plot, but I’ve been able to convince all my friends to read it by saying simply, “it’s about lesbian necromancers in space.” That’s all you need! In casual conversation, this is often called your “elevator pitch.” Imagine you’re at a convention and you get into the elevator with your dream agent, and you have only the length of the elevator ride to sell them your novel. What do you say? That’s your logline.

***Both comp titles and logline are technically optional, and you don’t need both of them. It’s better to write something unique than to waste the space putting something in just because you think you need it.

2. The Biography

This usually goes at the end of the query. Don’t overthink it. If you have any credentials, put those in; relevant credentials can include past publications, editing jobs, or a creative writing degree. Then write one to two sentences that make you sound interesting. For example, I say that I like long walks in the fog (because I write moody fantasy) and have a history degree (because it inspires my fantasy world building).

3. The Body

I left this until the last because it’s the hardest and most important part. A killer summary will make up for dull metadata and a lackluster bio. But if the body of your query letter is weak, no MFA in the world will save you. This section should be 300 words maximum.

Your simplest formula for including what needs to be in this paragraph is four sentences: LEAD, OBJECTIVE, CONFLICT, TWIST. It’s simpler than you think to write the first draft. I promise. Let it be terrible, get it down, then edit it to a fine shine (much like you’ve already done with that novel!).

Lead: This is your main character. Name them and describe them by including their profession, skills, or other plot-relevant details.

Objective: What does your main character want? Try to make this as specific as possible. “Longs for acceptance” is vague and generic. “Wants to be accepted into the Book Guild” is specific and gives a reader clues about their personality and the setting. You can put in some information about motivation here too. Maybe her father was also a bookbinder and she needs to redeem the family name.

Conflict: Now we’re getting to the meat of it! Why can’t your main character get what they want? Again, try to be specific and don’t leave it to platitudes. If the bookbinders just don’t like her, that’s generic. If they don’t like her because they think she’s as corrupt as her father was and will bring ruin to them, that’s something a reader can really dig into. We have themes implied now! We understand this is a story about family ties, redemption, and preconceived notions, and you didn’t even need to spell that out.

Twist: This is the most nebulous part of the query. The twist can be a real plot twist, like her discovering that the bookbinding guild also sells occult books. It can be a cool thing about the setting, like the bookstore being on an airship. It can be the romantic subplot, if she falls in love with her rival apprentice. It can be the historical inspiration, if the book is set in a fantasy world reminiscent of Renaissance Italy. In short, what makes your book special? What’s going to prompt people to shove it in their friend’s faces? It’s similar to the logline in that way.

You can also put the twist at the beginning of the body paragraph, if it’s really cool. You can weave it throughout. You can put it at the end in a mic drop moment. Just make your book sound cool. That’s literally all this is!

And those three sections…are basically it! Doesn’t sound so scary now, right? Oh wait, it still does? Okay, then, here’s some more tips to help you!

Write down everything you need in a query in whatever order works for you. I do it like a sad, clunky mad libs just so it’s all on the page. It’s a lot of pressure to include all this important information AND make it pretty in one go.

Ask your beta readers to help! It’s hard to summarize your own stories when you’ve been living inside them for months. I’ve helped so many friends with their queries because they wrote something perfectly serviceable and technically correct that somehow still made their story sound frightfully boring. (This is not a condemnation of their skill as writers. The skills needed to write queries are completely different.)

Don’t use rhetorical questions. This is mostly personal taste, but I think they’re a waste of space. “Will she follow her heart?” is sort of useless when 99% of stories are about people following their heart. “She must choose between her ambition and the chance at true love” is so much more clear and includes more conflict.

The body of your query letter actually only needs to include the first 30-50% of the story in most cases—enough to leave the reader/agent/editor eager to know what happens next, and no more. This isn’t true if the twist is necessary to understanding why the story is exciting. Can you imagine trying to sell Gone Girl without including the twist that it was all a set up? That twist took the story from generic true crime to something truly original. So to some extent, you’ll need to use your judgment, but there’s rarely any need to try to fit the whole plot into that 300-word paragraph.

Above all, be specific.

Do not shy away from giving spoilers (again: BE SPECIFIC). “She finds information that may change everything,” are seven words that tell you nothing. If you say what the information is (“she finds a note from her father that makes it clear he was framed”), you’ll leave the reader desperate to know what the outcome will be, begging for the rest of the story.

Get the query competent and coherent, and then leave it for at least a week. This is good editing advice for any story, but it’s absolutely vital for a query. Because they’re so short and so much rides on them, every single word you write in the query has to be useful, and every sentence has to be clear, concise, and intriguing. Don’t rush this; it’s better to go slow and get it right then hurry along and face a pile of rejections.

Have a query beta reader who hasn’t read your story. Make sure it makes sense with no context. Revise it again. Leave it for another week. (I’m sorry. But I’m not really.)

I know this sounds like a lot. Query letters are hard, and the pressure makes it harder. Writing culture loves to hate on them, for good reason. But you learned to write a novel, something that takes years to master! You can learn to write a query letter too. I won’t pretend it’s easy, but it is a skill you can learn, and it’s worth it! With a single page, you can convince people to buy your book, and that’s magical!

You can learn more about Alec here; you can learn more about To Drive the Hundred Miles here, and read a teaser here. And, you can check out Alec’s two already-published erotica works Heart’s Scaffolding and Study Hall.

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cam-ryt · 2 years

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@malectober day 21.

Day 21 : Curse

Warnings : curse words

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« Holy fuck, get out of my way, you cunt ! »

« Alec !»

Magnus gasped loudly hearing the raw words coming out of his husband's pretty mouth. But the damages was done.

« Cunt ! » Max repeated cheerfully from the back seat of the car.

« Alexander Gideon Ligthwood Bane, you better watch your mouth before I wash it with soap when we arrive» Magnus threatened as he glanced in the rear view mirror to see his son chuckling and repeating the new word to himself.

It had taken them two weeks to get him to say "daddy" and only two days for him to learn "fuck". Alec could take credit for that.

«But it's not my fault if this f... stupid... man drives like a... Alec stopped when he saw the look Magnus threw at him. I don't wanna be late for Christmas, Izzy is gonna kill me. »

« Cursing to every conductors is not gonna make us move faster. Magnus replied. Everyone is in vacations and everyone is stuck in trafic just like us. Max doesn't need to learn new curse words today. »

« Cunt ! » The little boy repeated proudly to his fathers.

« Fine. » Alec sighed and reported his attention on the road.

Magnus turned around on its seat to look at their son.

« Max, please, don't say that. That's a ugly word. »

« Why ? » The boy whined in incomprehension.

« Because, there are words that we say that can hurt people. Magnus explained patiently. We don't want that, right ? »

The little boy shook his head.

« But why daddy can say it ? »

« Daddy can't. Magnus glanced at Alec, who rolled his eyes. And he's gonna apologize for using this type of words. »

« Really ?! » Alec mouthed at his husband with an outraged look on his face, but Magnus was quite serious. Oh my god, okay, I apologize. » He grumbled.

« Apologies accepted, daddy ! » Max smiled brightly, making Magnus chuckle.

The next ten minutes were quiet, Magnus was trying to make his grumpy husband relax by running his fingers through his hair as the car were still stuck in the traffic. Max seemed to think hard, his little brows furrowed on his face.

« But... He said, eventually breaking the silence. Can I say fuck ? »

#malectober #yeah because our pretty Alec swears a lot and Max doesn't have his ears in his pockets #malec #malec fanfic #alexander lightwood #magnus bane #max lightwood bane #shadowhunters tv #shadowhunters

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