OH MY GODS. SHUT DOWN EVERYTHING. IS SHE ACTUALLY TYPING? For cereal?

Hey, so I'm trying to ease my writers' block. That's actually the only reason I'm writing this AN, actually… I'm trying to remember where all the keys are.

It feels funny to be monologing for minions again. I've forgotten how much I liked it.

I feel weird.

Justsoyaknow.

ANYWAY. MAYBE THE GLORY THAT IS CAPSLOCK WILL WAKE MY ASS UP. THIS IS TO RELIEVE WRITERS' BLOCK. THE ONLY THINGS I CAN THINK OF REALLY SUCK SO I'M DOING DRABBLES INSTEAD. FLIPPING THROUGH A DICTIONARY LIKE A BOSS WITH A FINGER.

I GOT A PAPECUT FOR THIS SHIT.

CASSIE CLARE OWNS EVERYTHING, I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT MY RUSTY GENUIS. UNLESS I TAKE ACHIEVE WORLD DOMINATION. WHICH I AM WORKING ON.

Aaaand, now I feel back in the swing of things, let's throw words together and see if they have prettiful voices.

Random Prompts are Random

Interfuse

Horror stories have been told, Tessa remembers, of the territory wars and the plots and the murder-just-because-we-can that came before the Accords were made. She's seen the evidence in the bone cold battlefields of decades past where flowers still daren't grow, and the secret memorial pieces that both sides have let her kneel before. But to her, those recounts will never have more basis than her favourite books do.

She can't take any of them as solid fact when she sits at a lakeside, bare feet cooling in the water only to snatch away before Pearl (Nymphs have such creative names, don't they?) can teasingly yank her in, while she watches Chris watch the glowing disc of moon (Tessa can't help her pride that the werewolf can smile calmly – humanly – while it must be barely a few days to full), sounds of Will and Caelan sparring and laughing in the background (her curiosity is rather enticed to see if the vampire's speed and grace can match the Nephilim's raw skill, she must admit), as she and Magnus, at opposite ends of the gently rippled pool, send hand/magic-made fireflies of sparking fuchsia and pulsing violet-blue to skim and twirl and dance with their glassy reflections over the surface, and her head finds that comfy place on Jem's relaxed shoulder.

Tessa (both the warlock and the girl) can't see this changing for all the contracts or treaties or blood feuds in the world.

Chivalry

"You've made your damn point, now just take my jacket!"

"F-f-fuck off."

Headsail

On deck, the salt spray of the ocean peppers the young girl and sends coppery strands of hair to curl around her dozing face in a way that would be ethereal and abstract if she didn't keep ruining the effect by spitting them irritatedly out of her mouth. Growing finally tired of making pictures out of sea foam for the seconds they lasted, the girl turned away to lean her back against the ship's railing.

Her inquisitive grey eyes wandered to the billowing, grand white sheets of the sails that captured the wind itself to share its freedom and fly over the waters – Tessa liked the sound of that. As that very same wind took the sigh from her lips, she made herself take in every detail of the headsail; the way it buckled and stretched and snapped, every crease the gale created only to whisk away afterwards. She seared it onto her memory.

After all, it wasn't as if she'd find anything half so interesting in dreary, decrepit, stiff old London, right?

Hype

Word travels fast, especially through the Downworld. Tessa doesn't mind the hype that makes, doesn't mind showing off her skills a little when she's with her mismatched group of friends. The 'Shifter soon finds that she is not the only Other Than Human thing out there, and the fact that she is something above even that – a freak among freaks – is almost looked upon as a badge of honour to most of her fellow strangelings and weirdos.

It's the Shadowhunters' snide gossip she detests. If she doesn't play they good little underling for them, she's lying about her ability for the free care it gets her – when she shuts up and shows them where to shove their accusations, the looks of disgust and suspicious mutterings of her undoubtedly using those dark powers for their downfall start.

Tessa learns to compromise this by always turning into a ridiculously attractive woman for them, and then using their stupid male arrogance and stupider testosterone ensures that their wives banish them from their bed for as long as possible.

Death

"Get up."

Regardless

When Tessa first got to the Institute, she thought she should stay away from the strange people with the strange customs and stranger personalities as she'd only make a nuisance of herself and get in the way of the warriors. After a while, she believed she had to stay close and act as a bandage for whatever wounds and insecurities were beneath the fighters' masks. Later still, she separated both because she felt she had no place, as a warlock and a half-demon thing, in the lives of these Shadowhunters.

Now, as the comforting weight of her katana sword on her hip is fastened tight and she helps Jem with his own buckles while sharing a Devil-may-care grin with Will, she has decided that none of the above ever really mattered at all. She'll stand by their sides regardless.

Favoritism

It's a physical hurt that Tessa and Jem are so inseparable nowadays, but Will knows the both of them still respectively consider him their second favourite person in the world, and that is enough for him to beat down anyone who dares to sympathize with him for their happiness.

Fib

Gracie Grey sits, pinched face especially sour as she regards the small woman on the opposite side of the desk. Charlotte's hands fold neatly on the polished surface and she addresses Tessa's cousin emotionlessly. "I don't know where you got your information, Miss Grey, but I must offer my condolences. Theresa is dead."

(She's just outside the door, eye to the keyhole and lip bitten as Will pulls an excessively solemn face and mimes (badly) along with Charlotte's somber tone.)

"The arrangements were here, that much is true, but she never arrived. Her ship was reportedly sunk what must be months ago."

(She's with Jem in the kitchen, and he's laughing happily as her fingers spasm awkwardly and the chopsticks jump away again while she tries to scowl like she could possibly mean it.)

"I'm very sorry for your loss."

(She's using the training the boys shouldn't legally be teaching her to sneak away from Jessamine's fashion lecture and into the library.)

"But Tessa Grey is not coming back."

(Ever.)

Speed

The fact that Tessa has no angel blood in her system at all (no matter what clichés his mind threw at him whenever the sunlight hit her just so), was a full year younger than him, a girl to boot, and still faster than he was pissed Will off to no end.

Even if he forgot that there was anything remotely irritating in the world every time she let him catch her.

Intoxicated

(Will) "You got in a fight?"

"Oh, yeah! There was this dude in the bathroom, and he was wearing the same jacket as me and I was like, 'Oi, you should have told me you were going to dress like that. Now we look like idiots,' but he didn't say anything so I got annoyed and punched him and he punched back but I beat him stupid. Completely decimated my hand – all bloody and covered in glass afterward. Weird bloke. Never saw him again after that."

"And this bloke in the bathroom… did he happen to look exactly like you?"

(Charlotte and Henry) "So you threw a futon at me last night."

"I honestly wish I could say I was surprised."

(Tessa) "I think I went swimming in road paint and whipped cream. Godammit, drunk me! We are a lady!"

(Jem) "You tried to convince me you were sober by doing jumping jacks. For an hour."

I don't know what I think of this, to he honest. I've seriously lost my touch – usually I can just think, "Wow, I shouldn't be allowed near a keyboard," or, "You know, this actually doesn't suck all that hard," and move on, but now… I've been away too long to tell. I AM FICTIONALLY NUMB. IS THERE MEDICATION FOR THIS?

Bah.

I bet I'll just disappear for another few months now… You should really try this challenge, by the way.

But I'll add stuff to this when I can, m'kay?

Because I have a life.

Encourage a starving girl by pressing that beautiful button down there? We all know how much it hurts to get notifications without feedback, eh? WHICH DID YOU LIKE? WHY? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

T_T