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Here are graphics I made for the Such Colorful Lives Legacy Challenge created by @starry-sky-sims!

Here are some graphics I made for @simmer-emsie's Not So Berry 2 Challenge as requested by @clumsyorca. I used icons from @luniversims​.

and bonus:

Another time, all their Disney Princess dolls survived a massive earthquake.

Yet another time, not involving toys, they insisted on pretending we were all dead and riding on dinosaurs in heaven, meanwhile looking down through the clouds and seeing the various gruesome things people were doing to our bodies.

Going back to when I was little, I had cute little plushies of the Three Bears with their porridge bowls, chairs and beds. I remember once acting out a story where Baby Bear fell gravely ill and died in his mother's arms.

⚠️COI SPOILERS⚠️

They're just friends, just thought to let you know :)

On cassies ig [x , x]

💫💘James is mommy's boy💘💫

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This Alastair saw the exact moment it happened when Thomas snapped.

Me: you will not earn what you desire by banging the cabinet door.

My cat: This is a test of wills, is it not? We shall see if your ability to put up with my incessant banging outlasts my eternal lust for snackie treats. Years of conditioning have hardened me for this purpose. bang bang bang

Me: ksst!

My cat, throwing herself to the ground like she's been shot: Oh! Oh I have been assailed in my own home! Have mercy, have pity! Surely in the cruel darkness of your heart there is some mote of goodness that might stay your hand! Do not strike me, I pray you!

Me: ok

I did write it as an extra for Ilumicrate’s Red Scrolls of Magic box; they kindly gave me permission to post it here.

Dear Alec, I once told you that you were not trivial. It broke my heart that you would think so. I should have known then that one day I must tell you this. It was never your fault that I didn’t talk to you about my past. Centuries are not easy to speak of, and they were not easy to live. There have been people I loved who thought that because I laugh so that I don’t weep or break, that I was trivial. There have been people I loved who learned more of me, and thought I was evil incarnate who must be destroyed. I didn’t know how to make those I loved think of me as more than nothing, or less than a devil. I have seen the hearts of warlocks go hard and fragile as glass over time, seen them shatter and destroy the world around them. I have seen hatred and evil in Shadowhunters and Downworlders and mundanes. I never dreamed that I would meet a son of the Angel who could love me. Once I met you, so many feelings seemed made new: love, and hope, and fear you would see me for what I truly was, and turn your face away. That you, steadfast and clean-hearted and clear-eyed, would be right to turn away. I never doubted your heart. Only my place in it. I hoped for a long time to meet someone like you. I didn’t know I had almost stopped hoping, until you came. Whether you choose me tonight or not, whether you want me for always or never again, thank you for being all that you are. Alexander Gideon Lightwood, archer boy who never misses, my hope past hope. You will know me better after you read these stories. I don’t know what you will think of me then. I only hope you know this one truth about me, with all the good and all the bad. I spent days dying in chains, thinking you would never know this, so let me tell you now. I will love you as long as I live. However long or short my life may be, it seems to me that I could never find time enough to love you as you deserve. Loving you made me believe in eternity. Aku cinta kamu.

So… @herstarryways, you gave me the idea to write a Part 2 of my Thomastair fic “Standing Still”, so I did because I was inspired. Hehe.

Characters: Thomas Lightwood and Alastair Carstairs, Thomastair Rating: T

Alastair buried his hands in his pockets, trying to warm his fingers. It was a cold night of November, and it was snowing already. It wasn’t a night to roam around town, but he went out anyway. As silly as it sounded - and he frowned at himself for even thinking it - Friday was the day he received most of the mysterious missives.

So… @herstarryways, you gave me the idea to write a Part 2 of my Thomastair fic “Standing Still”, so I did because I was inspired. Hehe.

Characters: Thomas Lightwood and Alastair Carstairs, Thomastair Rating: T

Alastair buried his hands in his pockets, trying to warm his fingers. It was a cold night of November, and it was snowing already. It wasn’t a night to roam around town, but he went out anyway. As silly as it sounded - and he frowned at himself for even thinking it - Friday was the day he received most of the mysterious missives.