Alec Lightwood

*posting here cause should be nobody who gives a fuck as everythings moved to my multi* Which all my writing sucks and all my followers feel like they're following me for clout. Invisible clout cause like all are better/have cliques and wouldn't give me the time of day.

I have like one handful of partners that aren't that way. Others who I'm too nice to go 'look our writing isnt compatible and all you want is my muse fawning over yours/ignoring said muses not entirely a dedicated ship type without plotting and even then...'

Dash is filled with untagged/bleh content but unfollowing and saying "I still am down to interact just cleaning up my dash,etc" seems rude. Or there's all 'uwu look at my bestest friends'. Visible evidence I've been dropped and kicked to the curb as even a 'oh wow I'd love rping with you' partner.

Yet they still follow for some reason... Just unstable enough right now without this hobby getting to be like a metal bat to the head. I don't care about numbers or anything either like I'll cherish 3 good partners over 20 bad ones but..

Muses I really looked forward to, most my ocs are ignored. Which with my clinical depression is like 'oh hey this passion, energy to write yep that's worthless and would be better spent as writers block probably'. Like I use rp to write when my dumb brain wants to not write again.

  The brunette also had to call her husband and brother-in-law to check up on them and hope they didn’t run into too much trouble when dealing with Michael and get some additional updates from them if they had any for her. For now, all Esme could think about was rest and hope that tomorrow could be an easy day for her before she would return to Kansas to be with Sam and Dean.

  “It really would and I would not be able to handle being cut off from society and human contact.”

He continued drinking and finishing off his coffee. Free hand pulling out his phone on feeling it vibrate. Likely a text from one of his siblings, or maybe parents. Trying to not consider the later. Giving it a glance before replying with a simple ‘no worries I’m alive’.

“Fine, Alec.” Isabelle decided as she stared down at her brother. Weapons clattering to the ground. Alec didn’t listen when he needed to be taken care of so why would she not go out of her way to ensure that he understood that shadowhunting was dangerous and worrying caused you to be upset, He needed something big and she would fight hell itself with fists for Alec. Bright eyes pinned him for a moment. Abandoning her whip as well and pull hidden knives free. “I told jace . I don’t need help with the drevak none of us need help or talk .”

The weapons clattering sounded louder than they probably should. Alec slid back against the wall where he was sitting. Pushing knees up to his chest as steadied his breath. Clearly not a time to lose it, never was and yet all he wanted to do was not be the first born, the oldest, an older brother in that moment.

  Unlike Alec, Esme was going to sleep after they finish up at the diner but for now, she won’t even think of sleep until she gets back to the motel she was staying at while she was taking on this hunt that is now over. Although, maybe she could ask the brunt in front of her if she can spend the night at this Institute instead of the motel so she can learn more about who he really is. (If he was up for it, that is.)

  “I mean, it’s better than being completely cut off from society and human contact, if you ask me.”

He wondered if could take on another demon or play backup for a patrol. Then again if he was absent too long; there would be worrying and he didn’t want that. Besides did need to do some last minute paperwork. Make sure things were running smoothly back at the Institute. As his parents had trusted him to do so. 

*Wakes up suddenly after a while*

“Just a few times, yeah. She’s not the most adorable woman in Earth” Rafael said with a shrug. He was going to call her a “bitch” but think twice before saying anything. “And what age do you start doing missions?” he asked wiggling his eyebrows at his father. The stubbornness being in the family blood. “Well no one told me or called me for the field exercises” he shrug sadly while grabbing a glass of water.

  During her time as a huntress of the supernatural, the Egyptian had never knew a hunter like Alec or met one like him so it was a shock at first but she started to warm up to him while keeping her guard up. In this life, friends can be hard to come by and loss is very common, but the few friends that Esme made were enough for her. She knew what she was getting herself into when she told Sam (and Dean) that she wanted to hunt the supernatural with them and travel across America to protect those who were in the dark still.

  Taking a bite of her meal, the brunette silently chewed the food in her mouth before swallowing it and answered the male in front of her, “Yeah, that is true. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who hasn’t had a successful moment at some point in their life.” Which was true, but then again, there are way too many people in the world that it would be impossible to meet them all and see if they had a successful moment or two in their life. And Esme didn’t have a lot of time on earth to meet all those people, on top of not wanting to get into their personal business that she will not put her nose in. It just isn’t her.

Alec drank some more coffee; had no plan to sleep anytime soon. Besides might as well drink as much he could. Once he got back to the Institute would probably be at a strict cut off from his sister. Lectured for being out alone so late but he wasn’t going to add to it in the slightest. 

Rafael let out a chuckle. “That’s true. Aunt Aline is cool but her mom is a pain in everyone’s ass” he said with a chuckle. He let out a frustrated and sad sigh. “I’m totally prepared to it! I’ve been training a long time now, I’ve always wait for it. Why I can’t just go to missions? I’m not an kid anymore!” he said frustrated. Rafael always waited for it and now that he could go to an real mission he isn’t allowed?

The last thing Tina could remember was a pair of furious green eyes, then wham, smack dab in the middle of a sidewalk with a pounding headache. The light was the first thing that hit her, then the constant drumbeat of her head pounding in her ears. With a soft groan Tina drags herself up into a sitting position, rubbing the back of her head sorely. It takes her a moment but Tina finally minds her manners, glancing up with bleary eyes. 

“Yeah uh…Tina.” She manages to spit out, still orienting herself. 

  The brunette could see how relaxed Alec was becoming, but just because he was becoming relaxed, doesn’t mean he is letting his guard down and Esme couldn’t blame him for that. When you’re hunting something that normal people think are just bedtime stories, you really can’t let your guard down, no matter how relaxed you become around someone because you might get jumped.

  As she was talking to Alec and getting to know him at a steady pace, the amethyst-eyed huntress thought back to her husband and brother-in-law, and wonder what they would think if they met someone like Alec. Hell, she wonders what they would think if they knew that he wasn’t like them when it comes to hunting the supernatural. “Well, that honor goes to Dean, but he does have his successful moments,” she states.

He had been less surprised than probably expected. Wary as usual but at the same time couldn’t be all that bothered. Except think about why it spoke volumes for his luck. Izzy probably would have been the best for running into an mundane hunter. It wasn’t like had to form any sort of alliance though so all fine. 

Alec Lightwood

BASICS:

Full name: Alexander “Alec” Gideon Lightwood

Nickname(s): Big bro, 

Gender: Male, Trans male depending

Height: 6′3

Age: 25? 

Zodiac: / Unknown /

Spoken languages: English, Spanish, Latin, dabbles in others

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS:

Hair color: Dark brown

Eye color: Brown

Skin tone: Fair..?

Body type: Tall, muscles, slim

Accent: N/A

Dominant hand: Right

Posture: Stiff, formal, solider

Scars: Various, not many openly noticeable though

Tattoos: Runes

Birthmarks: n/a

Most noticeable feature(s): Usually messy hair, grumpy demeanor

CHILDHOOD:

Place of birth: NY Institute, Idris

Hometown: NY Institute, Idris

Birth weight: / Unknown /

Birth height: / Unknown /

Manner of birth: hospital/infirmary

First words: momma

Siblings: Izzy, Max- adopted brother Jace

Parents: Mayrse, Robert

Parental involvement: Depends on what stage of his life. At times rather active, others very distant.

*wants to go back to sleep but gets a rush of hcs for muses,etc*

Sylwia shrugged. Perhaps it was a contradiction, but most contradictions were true in their large world. A lot was allowed to happen when they could protect themselves with drawings and fight otherworldly creatures because of angel’s blood in their veins. “Yes.” She nodded. “But one’s upbringing doesn’t mean anything if they don’t have the drive to give it rise.” Sylwia disagreed with the last statement, knowing that she felt very little in the way of fear. She was dangerous because she was suicidal, a liability to herself and all around her.

Perhaps, it was projecting. Sylwia respected books, but in her day to day life, she hardly bothered to read one. She had trouble disappearing into their world or finding their information useful when experts were at her disposal. Should she be creative enough to seek them out. “I’m sure. You’re different. I’m sure some would call you schizophrenic by way of misinformation.” However, most experts and scientists weren’t very good at their jobs on any day. “No, because there’s nothing to see or hear.” Sylwia said, humming. One could suppose that she had the option of being a friend, but she preferred extended conversation. The end felt closer.

“Complete bullshit.” Sylwia said, almost smiling despite herself. Almost. Instead she glanced at the other, deciding to say, “It’s obvious.” Most philosophical things were, but Sylwia had no idea how to communicate that to the other as she said, “We have to appreciate what we have. Sometimes it only takes a moment to lose it all.” Sylwia knew that all too well, and she did not favor a repeat for herself or anyone else in her life on that front. She kept herself out of people’s hearts. “You can say that about anything.” Sylwia said, sounding annoyed before she nodded.

“Perhaps. It wouldn’t be a bad life if you were happy.” Otherwise Sylwia didn’t favor her chances. “And you’re worried about people’s frowns?” Sylwia asked, raising a brow. “Practical purposes?” Really? “Try black hair or blonde highlights next time you find a rune for it.” Just because she wanted to see his reaction to it and see if his stance on practicality changed. “You can always dye it back.” That was the beauty of hair dye. “Yes, but will any of us be alive for several years?” There was something fun about going out to buy such things. It was one of the few times she actually enjoyed going outside. Although if they didn’t have the color it quickly began an annoyance where she simple bought it online like she should have done in the first place. “If you don’t end up in purgatory.” Sylwia said, not favoring any ideas for what the afterlife might have held for her with her .  .  . history. Her ‘coping’ methods weren’t just unhealthy, they had been dangerous to others. “Only in the short view. After a time they are turned to sand and dust.”

Alec considered her point a moment. “No it always has an impact; even a mundane in a supposedly regular family- would be impacted by that family. Medical history, the opinions they might form and so forth.” After all he didn’t chase down what he got for being born with his last name. Yet received it all the same, baggage as well. 

He wrinkled his nose some at that response as truthful it perhaps was. “Mm only the mundane ones; but there would be a lot of assumptions before that.” Just shrugging his shoulders in response to it. Not much he could really say to that sentence. 

“Sometimes bullshit is only that if you want it to be.” Unable to help an raised eyebrow at the rest however. Certainly shared that same logic, pretty common when you were raised to know could die pretty young. “Easier said than done however.” Little shrug of his shoulders, “Not quite but also not worth debating.” 

He thought it over. “Perhaps, but then again what does happiness really mean? When it’s not a static image.” Crossing his arms. “Never said I was- oh that’s easy just the general glamour rune.” Going quiet a moment as considered how he has said it. “Hmm I’d consider it but you’d have to try see my point of something in return.” Not sure for a little how to respond to it. “Can’t tell the future, who really knows.” Chuckling unable to help it. “Wow purgatory not sure what I think of all that- but I probably wouldn’t get the final cut into there.”