[stegal]

Ha a lélek vándorlásában hiszünk, el kell fogadnunk hogy ha zenészek voltunk, zenészek maradunk akkor is, ha négy lábbal újraszületünk..

[silvormoon]

Translation, via Google Translate:

If we believe in the migration of the soul, we have to accept that if we were musicians, we will remain musicians even if we are reborn with four legs.

[thepioden]

Wolfgang Malamozart over here like damn

[barbiekens]

[remnantglow]

characters whose both greatest weakness and greatest strength are their compassion and unwavering faith in humanity

[memeclassheroes]

[urbosq]

[ssalrobyul]

[ghirahimbo]

every possible line of Revali’s dialogue during the Windblight Ganon fight. this... was a labor of love.

[2xlee]

Based on this

[kassical]

[arystocrat]

three paces behind

[mintaii]

based on that one line in the last champion’s ballad memory where zelda apparently crafted the champions’ attire

[mintaii]

thinking about that campfire

[barbwalken]

[cuubism]

promise

after a tough battle, Alec’s worried about Magnus’s magic depletion – but they’re both fine, right?

whumptober day 30 - wound reveal

cw: violence, injury, mild sexual content 

“Magnus!” Alec yelled. “Magnus! Do it now!”

Magnus looked over to him. Alec was moving almost faster than Magnus could see, sending arrow after arrow after arrow into the hordes of demons streaming from the apartment building before them.

“Are you sure it’s clear?” Magnus yelled back. They had done their best to evacuate the mundanes inside, glamouring the demon invasion as a fire, but he couldn’t be sure—

“It’s clear! Do it now—” Alec cut off with a yelp as the demons swarmed him and he disappeared in the writhing mass of bodies.

Magnus moved instinctively towards him, needing to help, but stopped himself. The best way he could help was by closing the rift.

He summoned his magic from the depths of his core and blasted the building with a stream of blue fire. He could feel the moment the rift sealed, a rippling in the air that heralded a sudden drop in demonic energy.

Magnus kept up his attack, purging the building of all demonic traces until it was charred from the inside out, looking like it really had been ravaged by a devastating fire. He leaned down on his knees when he was done, breathing hard.

Movement appeared in his peripheral vision, and then Alec was beside him. “Hey,” he said, “you okay?”

Magnus dragged himself back upright to look at him. Alec was covered head-to-toe in ichor, but seemed mostly unharmed, the heavy material of his gear only torn here and there with shallow claw marks. One long cut ran down his temple, dripping blood onto his neck. Magnus raised a hand to heal it.

“No, don’t.” Alec caught his wrist. “I got it.” He pulled out his stele and drew an iratze on his forearm. Magnus watched as the various cuts knit themselves back together.

“You used a ton of magic,” Alec said. “Are you feeling okay?”

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[alecmagnuslwb]

Isn’t It Demonic

(There’s a bit at the end of this all for @izzymalec who gave me an interesting fic idea that sadly I couldn’t make into a whole fic, but I wanted to give a shout out to it. Without further ado, enjoy Demon Alec and Ghost Warlock Magnus.)

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“You son of a bitch!”

Alexander stands at the edge of the house just inside the door, rage and fire burning through his veins. The warlock who’d summoned him stands outside a smug grin on his face.

“Did you really think I would be stupid enough to not recognize the wording you used in our deal,” Lorenzo says standing there with a pompous attitude he’s nowhere near earned. Alexander is good at what he does, he’d very carefully worded their deal, a series of hard to find ingredients for freedom on earth, no time windows, an open-ended stay. In hindsight now he’s realizing he technically left an opening; an opening that sadly this prick has taken full advantage of. It’s still a broken deal though, free reign this isn’t. “You wanted free and free you are.”

“Maybe you caught on to my slip up, but that doesn’t mean you’re smart. You still broke a deal with a demon, I said free reign, not just free,” Alexander snarls. “This isn’t free, this is a trap, you violated the deal. I’ll come for you.”

“Good luck with that,” Lorenzo says straightening his jacket and slipping away with a smug grin unbothered. The door to the house he’s stuck in slams shut and Alexander seethes. He’s not sure how long he stands there kicking at the door and yelling, but he knows no one is going to hear him. The little bastard isn’t that powerful definitely not powerful enough to kill him, but evidently he’s powerful enough to bind a house and Alexander’s powers and he’s done it well.

It’s going to take some time and some work to get out of here and kill Lorenzo. Luckily Alexander has all the time in the world.

Alexander turns around stalking through the house and into the library. There’s dust everywhere, he doesn’t know who this house belonged to, but they had taste. Clearly it was never actually Lorenzo’s place.

He finds a dusty old drink cart and picks up a well-aged whiskey drinking directly from the bottle. He goes over to the wall of books picking ones off the shelf and tossing the ones that don’t interest him over his shoulder.

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[magnusedom]

SHADOWHUNTERS CHARACTERS + their first and last episode.

[tboj]

Something so