#themimsyborogove

I already answered that, so I'm going to give you the next 5.

The Borders - Sam Fender

Sculptures of Anything Goes - Arctic Monkeys

Say Yes to Life - Gang of Youths

Highwayman - The Highwaymen

A Constant in Changing Times Flufftober Day 7: A First Time (Read on AO3)

“This is ridiculous, Magnus,” Ragnor snaps, looking down at the object in his hand with blatant disgust. “I don’t want it.”

“Too bad,” Magnus replies, handing an identical black, rectangular object to Raphael. “It’s 1997. Some cellular phones have the internet now. You’re at least going to learn how to send a text message.”

“I don’t see why I need a mundane telephone when I can send a fire message to anyone I need to contact,” Ragnor insists.

“And I don’t see why I need a mundane telephone when I can simply continue to avoid speaking with anyone at all costs,” Raphael adds.

Magnus rolls his eyes.

Ragnor’s stubborn annoyance at this entire thing is momentarily betrayed by the twitch of a small smile at Raphael’s comment, one that Raphael catches and returns. Though they hit it off from the first day they met, back when Raphael was newly turned, it took many years of building trust to reach the place they are now. Ragnor knows that if Raphael could avoid dealing with 99.99% of the people in his life he’d be perfectly content. Ragnor also knows that he falls within the .01% of people Raphael actually enjoys talking to and being with. It isn’t something he takes lightly.

“You’ll thank me one day,” he promises. “Just because we’re immortal doesn’t mean we want to be stuck in the past. Ragnor, you’ve been alive long enough to know the importance of adapting with the times. You aren’t exactly living in a cave scratching spells into rock now are you?”

“I’d rather be doing that than this,” Ragnor mutters, and while it pulls a short, sharp huff of amusement from Raphael, Magnus pretends not to hear either of them.

GOSH, I was just thinking about how much I missed writing Ragnor! Thank you so much for sending this! Here is some hurt comfort for these two. Love this found family <3 (prompt list)

"It's nothing to worry about," Ragnor said, his face twisted into a grimace and he clutched his side. Blood was slipping through his fingers.

Magnus wasn't going to even dignify that with a response, as he turned back to dig through his medical supplies. "What attacked you?"

"I think it was an angry seelie?" Ragnor said, and didn't move from the couch he was laying across.

"You think?" Magnus tried to keep his irritation out of his voice, his fear and frustration.

"I was trying to purchase a rare book! How was I to know it had been stolen from the fey?" Ragnor tried to gesture, only to groan.

Moving back with poultices and fresh bandages, Magnus knelt at Ragnor's side. "You need to move your hand so I can inspect the wound," he prompted when it was clear Ragnor was going to continue to be stubborn. 

"Really Magnus, I'm fine," Ragnor said and hissed in pain through his teeth. He was looking a little green, and Magnus hoped that was just because his glamour was slipping.

"Don't make me call Catarina," he threatened.

This got Ragnor to finally comply, and Magnus, with a flick of his wrist, removed the vest and shirt from around the wound, leaving a square hole in the fabrics. Now reveled, Magnus could see it was not a pretty wound, two deep gashes, and he summoned magic to his hand to run over it.

"Okay, no poison, and there doesn't seem to be any sign of infection settling in yet," Magnus relaxed, taking a deep breath to ground himself. He had pushed all his fear to the back of his mind since Ragnor wandered through the loft front door bleeding. Blinking away threatened tears of relief, he pushed his energy into healing, focusing on anything internal.

"I didn't want to worry you, my boy," Ragnor's voice wasn't as pained, and he rested a hand on Magnus' shoulder.

"I would rather be worried than have you not come to me for help," Magnus said back, looking up at Ragnor and meeting his eyes. "We're family, and we need each other sometimes."

Ragnor huffed but nodded. "It is easier to be the one doing the caring sometimes."

"None of us are good at asking for help," Magnus agreed with a small tired smile. "But we can work on that with each other."

Ragnor relaxed further into the sofa, his body no longer tense with pain. "Alright."

"Promise?"

"What?"

"That you won't be such an ass next time you need help?"

"You know I can't change my nature! ...But I will actually ask for help, how's that?" Ragnor's eyes were drifting shut now.

Magnus' smile was a little wider. "I'll accept that."

Ragnor hummed in acknowledgment before he slipped off to sleep. Magnus finished healing, pressing a clean bandage to what was left of the wound. Standing, he took the blanket from the back of the couch and tucked it around Ragnor.

Send me some characters and an AU for me to draw

I love this one! And maybe I get some Gatsby vibes for it!

Catarina Loss and Tessa Gray from The Shadowhunter Chronicles by @cassandraclare

Already answered B & F, so I’ll do S!

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

  Ok so probably a stupid question (and maybe this...

In the books, it’s an AU world almost exactly like you said, where demons have won over Shadowhunters. So I think it’s likely that it will be that in the show too. Demons come to other worlds because they can’t create anything, so their worlds end up dead.

Yeah, I was going off on that explanation from the books although it seems to me that the show is treating it more like your typical hell. At least so far. Will be interesting to see how that develops in s03.

Huh, that last bit is also interesting. It does in a way make sense for demons to be unable to create anything. But then why would it change if they come to a different world? Does the world affect them in a way to be able to produce things or something? They would still be the same demons regardless of their surroundings so it would make sense to not be able to create/get people pregnant even if they come into a different dimension.