#shs: izzy

[shinyhappysims]

Lotanna’s Simstagram post (@.alottalotanna)

alottalotanna Happy 1st birthday to my first daughter. Paisleigh Wrenae, you are so beautiful. You have your gorgeous mom’s blonde hair and blue eyes. I pray you stay as pure as your looks and save yourself for your future husband. I pray that you become a light for women who would rather be argumentative, hideous, lesbian man-haters. I pray you show them the beauty in femininity and being traditional. I pray the light of Christ shines through you.

torionyeka this made me tear up. paisleigh is so loved! 🩷

princessdiana let me move my bangs cuz i don’t think i read this correctly

pastorkelechio I get your message but please just let little Paisleigh be a child. No need to worry about her virginity or other values at this age. Happiest of birthdays to her.

c12h10n2o …

flaminghotchidi um. lots of things to unpack here.

omgonyinye i’m gonna pretend that the caption doesn’t exist and just say paisley is a cutie and i hope she had a wonderful birthday.

torionyeka @.omgonyinye *paisleigh :)

omgonyinye @.torionyeka paisleigh. of course.

#fundie simblr #fundie sims #fundie snark #sims 4 legacy #shs: izzy #WHEW CHILE #i’d like to imagine that everyone in the family audibly gasped reading this

[l3o-lion]

Mr. Izzy "the new unicorn" Hands

Love him or hate him, he makes for a very cool unicorn

#og leo post #my art #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #israel hands #ofmd fanart #izzy hands fanart #implied sh

[faejilly]

so I wanted to riff off of @alexanderlightweight's response to the Alec/Bow/Quiver/summoning meta post by @ralfstrashcan that I reblogged recently, but also I didn't want it to get lost in an increasingly long reblog chain, so I'm gonna quote and start over here:

100%

my headcanon is that it's alec's shadowhunter ability like clary's rune ability and apparently the herondale ghost talking ability(??)

if we really want to take it a step further. we can even talk about how izzy has specially made weapons that have to be super tricky to use which means weapons ability

but that's just my brain. which made that one scene where alec goes back to the institute make no sense, to retrieve his bow because literally every other time he doesn't need to (they just wanted to give clace the training moment and set up the whole hodge thing)

1: I also think Alec's 'have to go get a bow' is just an excuse, but he's using it to a) get away from Jace behaving incomprehensibly & Clary being So Very Clary, AND b) to cover their tracks now that he's realized just HOW comprehensively his siblings are going to go off the rails in the next day or so. (And on a narrative level I really like the scene with Hodge so I'm glad it exists. 😅)

2: I headcanon that part of the reason Alec (& to a lesser extent but still noticeably so, Izzy) can get away with pushing so many Clave/Nephilim boundaries without actually getting deruned despite their parents being on Thin Fucking Ice™️ with well, everyone, is that they have inherited both Family Traits and that's valuable enough (especially after all the losses during and after the Uprising) that the Clave really really doesn't want to get rid of them.

(Similarly, there's some hope that Jace and/or his expected children might show signs of the Wayland traits coming to life again as they've died out otherwise. Obviously that goes a bit sideways once they finally pick up on How Very Herondale he is, but luckily he's Herondale so that's still a benefit.)

Truebloods: very literally truth-tellers. Variations on their skills include the ability to recognize lies, off the charts charisma when they are invoking what they believe to be the truth, and an ability to make the most awkward truths palatable to audiences that normally wouldn't want to engage with them. They were traditionally the guardians of the Soul Sword whenever it left the City of Bones, but that honor faded away over the years as the Council with the Consul/Inquisitor as heads centralized power in their own hands.

Izzy can be seen doing this during her trial, because even when her personal behavior has included digs & microaggressions against Downworlders, she believes that they as a people can and should do better and her speech clearly works in-universe because of that resonance of truth.

(She even occasionally manages the sincere/heart-felt clunky dialogue that works despite being clunky that Alec's so good at, and poor Jace doesn't, despite his best attempts, because for all he's a Lightwood in every other way that matters, he's not actually part Trueblood.)

Maryse has several hints of Alec's same blunt (inexplicably successful) sincerity once she lets herself stop hiding behind Politics & Expectations. When she's upset with Izzy about spending time with the Seelie in s1, she has a line that always felt very self-recriminating to me; (I'm paraphrasing here since I'm too lazy to pull up the script or episode): 'never trust a people who can't lie, they'll find more imaginative ways to stab you in the back'. She knows this about the Seelie because it's what she's always done.

(Alec's shock at his parents being in the Circle can't be because it's against their politics as they've never really tried to behave better. Perhaps it's because it never occurred to him that they could lie that well. Especially his mother, since he has a much better relationship with her than Robert.)

This means that Maryse buying into Valentine's rhetoric was invaluable to him, because she could back him up and help make sure people would fall for it, because she was a Trueblood. Equally, when she turns, that is part of why the Clave lets them back in. Her vow to now toe the party line is completely believable, because she promised on her children... who are also Truebloods.

This also means that their bloodline is one that would not always be popular since they can call out power when it's behaving badly; thus the apparent decline of Trueblood standing in the way that the show refuses to ever really acknowledge it in the present day timeline, and instead talks about Lightwood honor.

(But countered in the way The Clave doesn't move directly against Alec Lightwood, HotI, despite gay and living with a Downworlder, despite how much clear disdain he has for so many of them and their policies. They aren't willing to risk what a Trueblood could do if pushed into active rebellion.)

Lightwoods have a much more palatable martial gift. Their affinity for the adamas in their weapons means they can bond with them, sometimes strongly enough to summon them, manipulate them in the field, adapt them and rune them and enhance them in ways most Shadowhunters can't. (We never see anyone doing anything resembling Alec runing his arrows in s1 after all. What if most of them can't?)

As shown by Izzy in s3 as Weapon's Master, in Alec's ability to beat his parabatai (the supposed best fighter of a generation) when they're sparring with weapons even if he loses once they get to hand-to-hand, Izzy's unique skill with a whip, Alec fighting with everything he gets his hands on, from seraph blades to his signature bow to actual arrows for stabbing. (As seen in everything in ralf's original meta post and delightful fic.)

There's even something in the fact that Izzy was interested in joining the Iron Sisters (which while prestigious also involves even more sacrifice from a people who have to sacrifice a lot already and are thus vital enough that they let Cleophas join despite her past because they needed her) and yet Izzy stayed active duty -- and presumably eventually marriageable.

(I frequently wonder if part of why she chose to make herself as unpalatable as possible for a traditional/political match was a lingering bit of awareness that that was what The Clave most wanted from her, regardless of who she wanted to be.)

ALSO! There has to be a reason that Robert Lightwood was valuable enough to keep even when they got rid of Maryse, a reason the show reiterates Lightwood honor over and over again, a reason he & Maryse got to be co-Heads of an Institute (even if the general fanon that they were more constrained than most Proper Heads does fit what little we see), and we never actually see Robert fighting or sparring, but we are repeatedly told that his children are the best of the best.

But it's seldom mentioned as a compliment, is it? More like an expectation. They're Lightwoods, they have to be the best with their weapons, or what is the point of them? It's just another weight added to Alec's so-called crown, another expectation Izzy has to both flaunt and fight against every day so she can have at least a little bit of herself left to hold onto.

(The one thing Jace is good at, the one bit of the monster his father built that helps; he's as good with a blade as a Lightwood. It's the only thing that gives him hope for redemption, the only thing that gives him enough conviction to ask Alec to be his parabatai and protect his soul from himself.)

#my sh rambling #jilly metas #shadowhunters #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #maryse trueblood #robert lightwood #jace lightwood #almost #and now I'm sad #in a lighter note: #everyone thinks Max Lightwood has no Trueblood traits #because everyone can always tell when he's lying #but actually he DOES #he just always knew he was lying #and thought it was hilarious #so it's not 'til he's older #that he really invokes the Trueblood Thing™️ #and he totally shocks everyone and Alec & Izzy & Maryse are So Proud #and Jace agrees that the previous terrible lying was in fact hilarious and a great idea #fandom friday #totally gonna be a thing maybe? #we'll see if I manage to figure out a post for it later

[kierreras]

SHADOWHUNTERS 3.18 | “THE BEASY WITHIN” pov: me when my crush notices that i’m watching him. anyway, you and me both simon 

#sizzy #simon x isabelle #simon x izzy #isabelle lightwood #simon lewis #sizzyedit #shadowhunters #shadowuntersedit #the mortal instruments #shadowhuntersdaily #sh #dailytvedit #mariestuff

[tscclace]

Simon Lewis and Isabelle Lightwood

Shadowhunters 1x02

#sh 1x02 #shtv 1x02 #alicantenet #sizzy #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #the mortal instruments #tmi #simon x izzy #isabelle x simon #shadowhunterstv #shadowhunters 1x02 #shadowhunters season 1 #sh season 1 #shtv season 1 #sizzy season 1 #sizzy 1x02 #gif sets

[buffyspeak]

there’s a very slight moment where izzy is giggling and tickling and having fun with max and maryse comes in and it’s awkward partly because they’re fighting... but it also seems like Having Fun Is Kinda Discouraged??? whether it’s a Lightwood thing or a Shadowhunters thing, i couldn’t say, but it IS messed up. god bless <3

#shadowhunters rewatch 2023 #my personal headcanon is that's kind of looked down upon in shadowhunter society to be as close with your siblings as jace izzy and alec #(and max to an extent) are #and they're considered Weird for it #shadowhunters are supposed to value family from a sense of duty and tradition and hierarchy and heirs #but they're not supposed to be Friends #and are almost definitely expected to choose the mission over each other if it ever comes to that #and i don't think any of them could like... Do That #the lightwoods #sh headcanons #isabelle lightwood #max lightwood #maryse lightwood

[gonzo-rella]

First Aid | Izzy Hands

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Izzy Hands x gn!reader (romantic)

Summary: Izzy takes care of you after a relapse.

Warnings: Self-harm (specifically cutting), mentions of blood, discussions of mental health issues based on my own experiences.  If you believe there’s even the slightest chance this could trigger you, please don’t read this and take care of yourself. Also, please don’t take anything mentioned in this as sound medical advice. (Let me know if I need to add any; I’m genuinely very sorry if I’ve accidentally missed out anything)

Word count: 0.3k

(A/N: I wrote this because I’m kind of going through a rough time mentally, and I figured this might help me a little, and maybe some other people who are struggling. I hope anyone reading this is doing alright, but, if you’re not, I hope things improve. Izzy might seem kinda/totally OOC, but it’s my comfort fantasy and I can do what I want (/lh).)

You winced as Izzy, who was knelt in front of you as you sat on the edge of his cot, dabbed your skin with alcohol. Despite the fact that your gaze was averted from him, you noticed him glance up at you with uncharacteristically soft eyes. He quickly refocused on tending to your cuts.

He finished off by wrapping bandages around your wounds. When he looked up at you once again, you refused to look back at him as you blinked away the tears brimming your eyes. With a sigh, he pushed himself up and sat beside you.

“I’m sorry.” you mumbled.

The way your voice cracked shattered his heart. Finally, your tears spilled down your cheeks.

“For what?” he asked quietly. He turned to look at you.

“I’m an absolute mess, Iz,” you said between sobs. “And-and you’re the one who has to clean it up. I don’t know why you stick around when this keeps happening over and over.”

A trembling exhale escaped his lips.

“Come here.”

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You burrowed your face into the crook of his neck and sobbed, gripping onto his shirt. He let you cry for a while and waited for you to quieten down before he spoke.

“I don’t have to help you,” Izzy stated, his voice low. “But, I want to- I really do.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I don’t like it when you hurt yourself. Of course I fucking don’t.” Izzy continued. “I don’t love you any less when you do, though.”

Absently, he ran his hand up and down your back.

He paused, then went on to say, “If it’d been anyone else who’d done that to you, they’d be dead by now, but I love you too much to kill you.”

You chuckled weakly, slightly pulled yourself away from his embrace and looked up at him. He cupped your cheeks and wiped away your tears with his thumbs. Upon seeing your face, he sighed.

“Thank you.” he whispered.

You knitted your brows and sniffled. “Huh? Why?”

“For coming to me again.” he answered. “The only thing worse than you hurting yourself is you feeling like you have to hide it from me.”

You smiled slightly and nodded. He kissed your forehead and pulled you close once again, before muttering, “I love you so fucking much.”

#izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd x reader #ofmd #our flag means death x reader #our flag means death #x reader #x gn!reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral!reader #x gender neutral reader #romantic #tw #tw sh

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Into The Unkown, Part 40

First

Previous

Tim’s natural response to confusion was to smile. And, therefore, he was smiling rather hard.

You see, his day had been relatively normal. Marinette had said that she was going to take Damian out, so he had offered to stock up on a couple of groceries while they were out having fun. He had cursed Gotham for it’s stupidly common rainy days, rain hurt like a bitch when on a motorcycle, and then pretended not to notice because no one uses motorcycles for their practicality.

He stuffed everything into his backpack as he made his way over to the motorcycle, head bowed against the wind and rain… he wondered absently if the next modification he made to his motorcycle should be based around wind and rain protection…

And then he stopped cold as he realized there was a group of people gathered around his bike. They weren’t touching it, so Tim doubted that this was attempted theft, but they were clearly examining it for some reason.

“Hey, fellas!”

(He cringed inwardly and wondered whether he could convince Marinette to jump realities with him again.)

Only two of the four people even spared him a glance. One of said two was quick to roll his eyes.

The fourth person, the only woman, gave him a smile even as she tried to wave him off. “It’s fine, kid. We’re not trying to steal it.”

“What are you doing?” Tim said, exhibiting some amazing self-restraint by not getting upset over the ‘kid’ comment.

“None of your business,” sighed a man with more tattoos than actual visible skin.

“Mmm… about that…” He clicked his keys in his pocket once. “Unfortunately, it kind of is.”

And, wow, were they surprised. And, listen, he understood. Even if he had branched into less formal clothing since he had switched worlds, he was still in a relatively nice coat and jeans… and he did start off the conversation with the words ‘hey fellas’… but they could have maybe tried a little harder to mask their shock. He used to be a vigilante, for pete’s sake! With a motorbike! And he had been a rich asshole then! People can be multifaceted!

“... really?”

“Yeah?”

“Who’s your mechanic?” Asked the one closest to his bike, stuffing a wrench into their pocket hastily. They seemed to think that Tim would somehow miss the motion if they smiled enough. “They’ve tricked this thing out pretty well.”

… he would let the motion go if they flattered him, though. “Oh. That was me, actually. You noticed?”

He had thought he had hidden the modifications pretty well among the mechanisms of the bike. Even if no one in this world would ever be able to figure out he was modding his bike to get it as close to Red Bird as was physically possible, he would prefer it if it wasn’t too obvious that he knew a lot about motorbikes. He wasn’t quite sure where that would fit into their cover story.

The last person, a man that had to be in his fifties, tipped to the side and then slowly looked over his bike. “You think you could help us out? I’d pay you, of course…”

Tim hesitated. Money was pretty cool… but you know what could be even cooler?

“Can I experiment a little while I trick out your bikes?” He asked, his eyes bright.

The woman snickered. “Sure, kid.”

“Great! Unrelated note: I’m going to need you guys to sign so many waivers…”

~

Marinette frowned down at the text Tim had sent. It consisted of five motorcycle emojis and a person flipping their hair. She started to text back, asking what the heck this meant, but Damian stole her attention away by stealing the phone from her hands.

She sighed. That’s what she gets for having her phone too low, she supposed.

Damian placed his hands on his hips, the phone hanging dangerously on two fingers, and looked up at her. “Mari, pay attention!”

“Right, right,” she said, smiling. “So, you said…?” She looked at the tired Build-A-Bee employee.

“Rub their heart on your knee so they’ll always need you,” he said, somehow still managing to keep that smile on his face.

Damian handed her back her phone so he could do as the employee instructed and she, somewhat reluctantly, dropped it into her purse. She wasn’t fond of being sassed twice in the same minute, thanks.

Instead, she watched the heart ceremony (“... rub it on your arms, to pick you up when you’re down… rub it on your hips, so they’re always hip and cool… rub it on your back, so they always have yours…”), smiling faintly as she watched her kid beam from ear to ear.

And then, finally, it was done and she draped her arms on top of Damian’s head. They watched the worker set it approximately where a human heart sits – and barely stopped herself from pointing out that, actually, bees have their hearts in their butts – and then let go so Damian could rush forward and take his new, lime green bee plush. It was named ‘Bee’. They really have to stop letting him name things.

He was unaware that she was considering never letting him come up with a name, so he beamed and hugged Bee to him as tightly as he possibly could.

His smile was contagious, she couldn’t help but smile back.

“You can get it an outfit. Only one, though.”

Damian was very offended by this. “Mari, are you fucking?!”

Marinette jolted. “What?!”

“... are you serious?” He asked, now much quieter.

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She leaned her head against the stuffing machine and took a couple of moments to do one of the two – she wasn’t really sure which. At least the people nearby were either too busy snickering or giving her disapproving looks to ever know.

“Fine. Two outfits,” she said into the machine.

He lit up and rushed off to find two outfits for his bee. Marinette sat down on the floor and buried her face in her hands to avoid her embarrassment.

She really needed to stop swearing in front of Damian.

~

“Red or blue?” asked the oldest one, his lips pulled into a frown. His name was Gonzales, something Tim knew thanks to the waivers he had made them all sign.

(No, he hadn’t been kidding about the waivers. He didn’t want to be sued, thanks.)

“Uh… red?” He said.

There was a long, drawn out sigh from Miranda. “We’re gonna have to fix that.”

“Why?” Tim frowned. “Red’s a nice color.”

There was a beat as everyone looked at him. Like they expected him to figure something out. But he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to figure out.

The guy that probably would have dismantled his bike to figure out how it worked had Tim been a minute late slung an arm over his shoulders, grinning. “Don’t worry about it, kid.”

Terry’s hand got dangerously close to where his phone sat in his jacket pocket, so he smoothly pulled out from under him, grinning widely. “I’m sorry, but I can’t really let you have that. My wife would get worried if I didn’t send her my daily dog pic. Speaking of which, have any of you seen a dog around?”

“... you have a wife?” Said the man that was covered in tattoos. His name was Graham. Tim had expressed hilarity that someone so big and intimidating was named Graham of all things, but the other hadn’t seemed to get it.

“And a kid,” Tim added, already pulling out his phone on his own accord in order to show them the many photos of his ‘fake’ family.

Gonzales was the only one that seemed at all interested in his family, leaning over his shoulder and smiling a little as Tim showed off his kid with pride.

Miranda frowned. “... how old are you?”

“Twenty-one… how old did you think I was?”

“Like, eighteen, max,” said Graham. He seemed much more relaxed now that he knew Tim was firmly an adult, holding up a blue shirt by his head.

Which, okay, fair, Tim technically still looked about nineteen because of the miraculous… but that didn’t mean that he didn’t huff a little. Admittedly, this didn’t help the fact that he, apparently, looked young.

Miranda still looked a little suspicious, though. “He could still be lying so we’ll buy him drinks.”

“Well, I’m not. What, do you want my license to check?”

Terry chuckled where he was looking between two different leather jackets. Tim couldn’t tell the difference between them, but Terry sure could… apparently. He discarded the one on the left and then turned to Tim, grinning widely. “Please, Timmy, licenses and identities are easy to fake.”

Tim’s calm expression frayed at the edges. “Mhmm? That’s… interesting. Wouldn’t know much about that.”

The four of them all looked at each other, a conversation that Tim wasn’t privy to, and then their gazes steadily found their way back to him.

“Interesting thing to feel the need to clarify…” Miranda said slowly.

He wasn’t sure whether to be happy or not that his lying had apparently gotten worse since he had last been a bat. On the one hand, lying is bad… on the other…

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to soothe his nerves.

Gonzales clapped him on the back. “Well, don’t worry, we won’t card you. Now, light blue or dark blue?”

Eventually they all decided on an outfit and Tim was pushed into a fitting room. 

Tim frowned at his reflection. He turned this way and that, examining the dark blue button down – at least they had tried to stay somewhat within his normal style – and leather jacket.

“Mmm… I know I’m, apparently, working for you guys now, but do I really have to wear the gang colors? I don’t think blue looks good on me, to be honest. Also, if I go home in this leather jacket, Marinette will definitely laugh at me. Then steal it.”

It was completely silent. He turned around to look at the group, only to find them looking right back at him. The expressions on their faces were similar to the ones they wore when they realized it was his bike that he had modded.

“... you knew?!”

Tim’s eyebrows knit together. “Duh? You’ve all got matching leather jackets? You all have motorcycles? The insistence on certain clothes? The casualness about identity fraud? How could I not have known?”

“But you’re so…” Terry motioned vaguely to him.

“Firstly, ‘looking the part’ is a terrible idea, it gives people a bad impression and juries are easily swayed by first impressions. Second, this is Gotham, if I wasn’t okay with mob and gang activities I would have left already. Thirdly, one of my two best friends in high school was the daughter of a mob boss and my current best friend has an utter shithead for a father; it happens, I do not care.”

“... are you done?” Gonzales said carefully.

“No.”

He was, actually, but he’d always wanted to say that. Now, he had to scramble for something else… and, wow, did something hit him.

“Hold up, did you really try to rope me into a gang thinking I had no idea? That’s kinda messed up.”

“Honestly, I just wanted to see how far we could go before you realized,” said Graham. He was looking at the ground sheepishly, so at least someone felt bad.

Terry slung a hand over Tim’s shoulder again, not the slightest bit uncomfortable. “But, ‘Timmy’, this little exercise was interesting.”

Gonzales tipped his head to the side, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening. “I can’t wait to work with you.”

Graham rested a heavy hand atop his hand. “Chin up, kid.”

Tim hesitated.

Then he cracked a grin, careful as it was. “I’m not a kid.”

“Good kid,” said Miranda.

He sent her a halfhearted glare. Halfhearted not because he wasn’t annoyed, but because he was too relieved that he had apparently passed some sort of secret pop quiz to really let it affect him.

“Now, let’s go pay.” Terry let go of him, and took a couple of steps away before holding up a familiar wallet. “It’s on… you.”

Tim touched his pocket and then cursed quietly, gathering his old clothes and then racing after him.

~

Marinette slipped into their shared apartment. A tiny smile made its way across her face when she saw her boyfriend poke his head around the wall separating the kitchen from the living room.

Tim raised an eyebrow at their kid. Damian was hugging a lime green bee in an atrociously bright orange dress. She supposed he deserved an explanation.

“Bought a new stuffed animal!” Marinette answered easily. Frank rushed over and she caught the dog by the collar with ease. “Not for you. But I did find you a bone, so… enjoy!”

Tim didn’t question why she said ‘found’ and not ‘bought.’ It was Gotham, some things are just best left unsaid. “Well, while you were getting… I’m assuming it’s name is ‘Bee?'”

Marinette nodded with a mouthed ‘of course’.

“Well, while you were doing that, I got a side job and some new… friends…?”

“That’s great –!”

She beamed and walked around the wall in order to fully see him…  and then paused. She leaned against the counter for support.

“And you’ve got some new clothes, I see.” Her voice was carefully clipped in an attempt to keep it from wobbling with laughter.

“You can laugh. It feels wrong if you don’t.”

She was more than willing to make things feel right again.

~

Tim waited until she was done laughing to speak (she wouldn’t have answered otherwise):

“Right, what’s wrong with it?”

“Besides everything?”

He rested his hands on his hips, something that threw her into another fit of giggles.

But, when she was done, she walked over and slowly straightened his collar. “You should have gone for a lighter shade of blue,” she chided lightly. “It would’ve matched your eyes better.”

“But this shade fades into the jacket.”

“Exactly the problem, it’s bad for layering,” she sighed, shaking her head. Marinette took a step back to get a better view. “I think your friends may be a bad influence.”

His forehead beaded with sweat. He had thought lying to the gang members had been hard, but now Marinette was peering up into his face and his voice caught in his throat.

She grinned and leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “If you don’t be careful you’re going to be caught by the style police.”

He gave a hesitant smile. “Is that you?”

“The style police? Obviously.”

“And does the ‘style police’ like the leather?” He asked, giving a little twirl.

“Not really. But you should be glad I don’t have a thing for guys in leather,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Otherwise Chat Noir would’ve beaten you out years ago.”

He seemed to consider this, and then he sighed. “At least I don’t have to worry about Catwoman or Poison Ivy when we go home.”

“I never said anything about women in leather,” she said, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“... huh?”

Marinette ignored him, turning to where Damian was currently playing a strange game of tug-o-war with Frank and her dog bone.

“Mari? Wait, what?”

“Bath time, Dami,” she cooed.

Damian pouted, but accepted the arms that came to scoop him up.

She ignored his attempts to try and get a proper answer out of her, leaving him to get ready for bed in sulky silence. He tossed the leather jacket onto the back of an armchair, and then dropped himself down onto Damian’s mattress.

It wasn’t long before Marinette was bringing a clean Damian in, cooing softly as the kid rubbed his eyes sleepily. Frank jumped up to her place on the end of the bed – she would take Tim’s place once the adults left – and Marinette fell into bed with their kid.

Damian quickly made himself comfortable, curled between them.

Tim gave his girlfriend a playful glare, but settled down when she returned it and picked up a random book on the nightstand.

Damian was quickly lulled to sleep by Tim’s whispers of a story called Would you still love me if…? and Marinette’s fingers combing the knots out of his wet hair.

Tim got about three-fourths of the way through before he realized Damian was asleep. He smiled faintly and leaned down to kiss the top of his head, and then settled back.

Marinette started to get up, only to stop when she realized Tim wasn’t intent on doing so anytime soon. “You know, he’s going to start kicking, soon,” she said, her voice soft.

He smiled. “I’ll live.”

She hummed a single, low note before settling as well.

He, hesitantly, turned to look at her. “Hey, Mari…?”

She looked up. There was a kid in her arms, sound asleep, which meant she was unlikely to yell. Both for fear of waking him up and because she was currently soft in the face of her kid’s… face. This was his best chance at a civil conversation.

Now, was this manipulative of him? Yes.

Did he have a defense?

… No.

“So… about the friends and job I mentioned earlier…”

And he had been practicing this conversation since he had realized where things were heading hours previously… but, now, in the moment of truth, he was blanking. She was going to freak out, of course. It was a gang. He was a Gothamite, but she had only been living in Gotham for two years, this was still pretty new to her.

She frowned more and more the longer it took him to say it, so he forced it all out in a rush:

“I’mpartofamotorcyclegangnow. Don’tknowhowithappenedbutitdid. Sorry.”

She blinked once. Twice. He could practically see her processing the words…

And then she gave a small puff of laughter. “Oh. Okay. As long as you’re safe.”

…………………… what?

He must have looked pretty shocked, because she giggled and reached out to cup his cheek. “Please, honey, it’s Gotham. Everyone knows someone that’s mob- or gang-affiliated here.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. He had forgotten that Ladybug was based around her adaptability back in the day. Of course she was already used to Gotham and all of its quirks.

He had been freaking out over nothing. He could relax.

And then something hit him and he was tensing up all over again because:

“Wait, who do you know that’s ‘mob- or gang-affiliated’?”

Tim was ignored for the second time that night.

~

Marinette hummed as she slipped on his jacket before slipping out the door. She had been feigning disinterest for the sake of the long con, and now it was hers.

Or, at least, so she had thought… until the next day she had found it missing.

She huffed, leaning back against the counter. How dare Tim steal back the jacket she had stolen from him? This was, obviously, a declaration of war.

… but then she found Damian wearing the jacket. It was long on him, just barely scraping against the floor as he walked, and he had to push up the sleeves every few seconds to be able to even somewhat use his hands.

Marinette cooed a little, ruffling his hair.

Her eyes found their way to the hem trailing along the floor. She sighed and used the hand to stop him.

“Here, can I have the jacket back? Just for a little while? That doesn’t fit you, but I can crop it to make the size smaller, okay?”

Damian pouted. But the sleeves chose that moment to fall from where he had pushed them up for the millionth time and suddenly he was handing it over without concern.

Tim came home later that day to find Marinette taking a sewing needle to the leather jacket. Damian was standing somewhat precariously on the armrest but he was, thankfully, leaning on her shoulder to see, so any falls would be directly into Marinette’s lap. With the addition of Frank curled by their feet, watching with lazy eyes, it was a very cute scene.

One that he, apparently, did not appreciate.

“... my jacket,” he complained halfheartedly.

“Ours now,” she said simply.

He huffed.

And then… “Wait, ‘ours’?”

“Yeah, Dami wants to wear it too.”

“Know what? Give me a picture of him in it when it's done and I’ll forget it was ever mine.”

“Deal. I’ll even throw in a picture of him in it from before I started working on it.”

“This is why I love you.”

~

Tim sighed as he walked into work the next day, annoyance and shame roiling in his gut. His work took place in Gonzales’ garage, and the smell of gasoline did nothing to brighten his mood. At least a large part of his job included whacking things with a hammer and/or wrench. Percussive maintenance is amazing when you’re pissed off.

And why was he so upset?

“Hey, Timmy, where’d your jacket go? Don’t tell me you’ve already lost it?” Terry teased, slinging an arm around his shoulders. He was thoroughly disappointed to find that Tim had expected him to try and pickpocket him again and had hidden his things on the way over.

He hung his head. “My wife stole it.”

It was silent for a moment.

And then the arm Terry had around him was suddenly real as the older man leaned on him heavily and laughed his ass off at Tim’s misfortune.

~~~~~

Next

@unoriginalmess @hammalammadamdam @astrynyx @laurcad123 @927roses-and-stuff @toodaloo-kangaroo @queenz-z @imarivers8 @jeminiikrystal @adrestar @twsssmlmaa @literaryhiraeth @trippingovermyfeet @ev-cupcake @its-maemain

#no this chapter isn't twice as long as usual hahaha whaaaaat #listen #i refuse to touch my chapter count unless it's going down #this thing is gonna be LONG and i REFUSE to make it any longer #so sh #unless you're praising me and my beta izzy. then you can talk #/j #into the unknown #maribat #timinette #shutterbug #timari #timmari #ladybug #tim drake #red robin #marinette dupain cheng

[angelsdevine]

tw sh vent.

me talking to the therapist and going "idk why i did it" knowing good and fucking well it wasnt me who did it

#[🍓] izzy . . . it/fluff #bunny why #sh vent #self h@rm #tw self destruction #tw self destructive behavior #persecutor #did alter #dissociative system #did system #osddid #did osdd #osdd system #actually did #endos dni #not for endos #anti endo #tulpas dni #fuck tulpas

[khaleesiofalicante]

What’s your opinion on the show

literally only watched it for malec :)

#izzy was cool too #sh

[mwagneto]

i love that they just never explain how izzy and their mom are poc but alec is white they were just like cope x

#brown eyed king now that's the real diversity win #also why is izzy naked all the tiiiime that's a child #shadowhunters #sh rewatch

[shinyhappysims]

Tori’s Simstagram post (@.torionyeka)

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flaminghotchidi 5/10 needs more emoji

maisiewindybreeze That smoothie looks delicious! DMing now!

torionyeka @.maisiewindybreeze Welcome to the Smexus team sis!

nnadichinyereventura Lotanna’s okay with you working?

torionyeka @.nnadichinyereventura Yup! Because it’s all from home! Want to join?

nnadichinyereventura …no I’m good.

omgonyinye what’s a brixten

torionyeka @.omgonyinye your new nephew silly!

omgonyinye oh ofc! congrats! it’s a name!

#fundie simblr #fundie sims #fundie snark #sims 4 legacy #shs: izzy #i need a cold cigarette

[izzymalec]

wait ofmd & wwdits got cancelled? double kill damn

#txt #glad for an apparent 6th season of wwdits tho #tbf ofmd s2 wasn't really....... it don't shoot me #s1 however <33333 sorry what they did to you baby #and honestly shows don't usually get better after five seasons either so! #not sh #saskia talks #actually ofmd this is the payoff for izzy the universe always wins

[little-bloodied-angel]

You ever see a post so BAD, like such a bad faith take, about something or someone you love, that you just know it's gonna become your villain origin story? Because I just saw mine.

Reblogged by a former favorite author from another favorite author, (neither was the OP) just to throw salt in the wound. Bonus: "i have to hit like on this post because I saw it in this specific manner even though I hate everything about it" courtesy of OCD.

Extra bonus: my RSD gets its wires crossed with my comfort characters, I'm going through a depressive episode, the disingenuous way the character in question was portrayed as an unrepentant manipulative abuser triggered me to hell and back as someone who's been on the receiving end of that, and I currently have tachycardia liable to trigger my seizure disorder because of these combined factors.

STOP PUTTING THIS BULLSHIT IN THE CHARACTER TAG

#personal #yes this is about Izzy #the last time someone managed to twist him so badly with zero forewarning i had a four day long episode because i was already depressive #and guess fucking what i am now #ptsd #abuse tw #I'm exhausted and literally yelling into a pillow and i want to sh because of the memories this brought back #i hate some of y'all so much #is it so hard to tag as negative or critical or whatever

[downworldersrp]

The Downworlder's RPG

Hey there!

The Downworlers are a friendly Shadowhunters (TV) Roleplay Group on Twitter. We are RPing the show from season 1 to 3B and beyond, while entertaining and interacting with the Shadowfam!

If you'd like to be part of this then please send us a DM or follow Alec on Twitter (@/ArcherAlec89).

Characters: Alec Lightwood: Taken Magnus Bane: Open Jace Wayland: Open Clary Fray: Open Simon Lewis: Open Izzy Lightwood: Open Luke Garroway: Open Raphael Santiago: Open Raj: Open And many more!

#Shadowhunters #Shadowfam #Alec Lightwood #Magnus Bane #Izzy Lightwood #Simon Lewis #clary fray #clary fairchild #luke garroway #alexander lightwood #Malec #Sizzy #Clace #Shadowhunters RP #SH RP #Jace Wayland #Jace Herondale #alec magnus #Shadowhunters Roleplay #Malec RP #Malec Fic

[valupuyhol]

HOLY SH*T 😭😍😭😍😭😱😱😵😵

My God, I'm already dead, this pic killed me, it's one of the best gems I've found and also in HD.

Izzy my love I need you🤤🖤🤤🖤🤤🖤😘😘🔥🔥

YEAR: 1985

This post is dedicated because our bestie is going to be away for a bit due to her exams, ILY🖤💫🖤 @izzystradliniscute

and it is also dedicated to my beautiful sisters and besties of the soul Lovee yoooou queens 🔥🫶🏻💫😍 @izzystradlindoesitforme @rocknrollflames @jakelinestradlin @prettypersuasion @he-goes-down @iloveyouuizzy @glamwitchyb @greeneyezblackheart

#izzy stradlin #jeffisbell #izzy gnr #guns n roses #gunsnfuckinroses #izzy #izzy baby #photography #izzy hands #izzy my beloved #80s rock #80s bands #amazing beauty #perfection #love #jeffrey dean isbell #axl rose #duff gnr #slash guns n roses #steven gnr #my love #gnr imagine #concert