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Girl thoughts, head sapphic
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Heterosexuality? not with these fine ladies 💋
My favourite Shadowhunters couples:
With no order
Magnus and Alec: A litle cliché but I love his relationship and the development that Alec has.
Helen and Aline: I love them and I hope that Cassandra Clare give us more of them. I love When they appear in TDA and The Red scrolls of magic.
Shophie and Gideon: I don't know why I'm obsessed with them but I love the ship
Diana Wrayburn and Gwyn ap Nudd: This ship needs more recognition. They were so cute together.
Charlotte and Henry: I love everything about them.
I'm rereading Queen of Air and Darkness and I just want to say:
Fuck You Horace and Zara Dearborn and Fuck you too Manuel Villalobos.
boxes of clementines | w. herondale
will herondale x fem reader, no mention of shadowhunter stuff, established relationship, husband!will, fluff!!!! so much fluff!!!!, cross posted on ao3 under @/kvohru
‘There are boxes of clementines in the kitchen and the thing is that I love you again.’ — Alessia Di Cesare, The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines
Despite it being a December morning, it was surprisingly warm in your home— for a wintry London day's standards, that is. The sun was up, for one thing, its delicate rays filtering through the clouds and into your kitchen.
Perhaps it's the fact that you live in the countryside? you thought idly as you put away your groceries. Maybe that's why it was sunnier today? Well, regardless, your warm friend was still a welcome guest any day.
Seeing as how it was the weekend today, neither you nor Will had work, so you took it as a chance to get caught up on some housekeeping chores like groceries and such. Well, you had been out getting groceries while Will—who was set to return by the afternoon—was out doing… other things. (He was out replacing something or the other, you weren't quite focusing when he had told you about it the other day.)
And so you went on, adopting a tranquil rhythm, sorting boxes into cupboards and washing all the fresh produce you'd bought. Apples, strawberries and cucumbers were left to soak in the sink while the boxes of clementines were left on the kitchen counters.
You let out a contented sigh. It was a good morning.
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It was well past the afternoon when Will was walking up the stone walkway to the quaint countryside home. In fact, the sun was already starting to set by then, the pale blue sky quickly turning a warm orange instead.
He trudged up the steps to the front porch, adjusting the large bouquet in his hands; a brilliant arrangement of flowers that he didn't think twice about buying when he passed by that florist he often frequented for you.
He shifted the bags he was carrying along with said bouquet to his other arm, freeing up his right to dig into his coat pocket for the keys. “Cariad?” he called as he walked in, toeing his shoes off and placing them neatly beside the door.
It was a few seconds before your reply, which came in form of a Hm?, could be heard. He set all the bags down. A few more seconds where he could hear your feet padding across the wooden floors before you finally, finally, came into view.
“Will!” After all these years, you still had a way of seeming utterly excited when seeing him. I mean, he could practically see the almost cartoonish glimmer in your eyes from across the room.
“Hey, darling,” he greeted gently, his whole body instantly relaxing at the sight of you. It was as if simply being around you worked all the knots from his shoulders and eased all his muscles.
The smile wholly transformed your face at the sound of the term of endearment, the corners of your eyes crinkling adorably and your lips splitting instantly into a wide smile.
The setting sun cast long shadows on the ground, the slanting rays giving a warm orange tinge to the earth, the sky and everything in between.
Your eyes finally left his face and travelled down to his body, where you finally spotted the bouquet balanced on his elbow. He had thought it'd be the first thing you'd notice when he walked in, seeing as how it was almost as big as his torso, but you hadn't.
You'd been too transfixed on his face, on him, to notice anything else.
Your face instantly softened, an almost infinitesimal shift in your expression that would've been impossible to notice if it were anyone else looking at you. But Will noticed. He always did.
It was like it was happening in slow motion, that change in your expression. From the previous childlike joy at seeing your husband to the look of pure, unadulterated love in your eyes.
“Oh, darling,” you breathed, almost to yourself, as you walked closer. You gingerly plucked the bouquet out of his arm, instantly pulling it up to your face to smell it. It really was a gorgeous arrangement; from the roses to the carnations to the peonies, and the tiny pieces of baby's breath sprinkled throughout.
And the part that made it all the more precious to you was that you knew Will had taken time out of his day to put it together. You knew it wasn't prearranged, and the image of your husband standing at the florist and meticulously putting together an assortment of flowers for you warmed your heart to an immeasurable degree.
“Will,” you breathed again, and… were you getting teary-eyed? You looked up at him, and yep, those were definitely tears lining your waterline. He couldn't help the corner of his mouth lifting at the sight. “They're so beautiful. You're so beautiful. Thank you so much. I love you.”
You were gushing your praises and gratitude now, and it wouldn't be long before—
“Wait,” you mumbled, a look of realisation (which looked more like horror than anything) falling over your face. You whipped your head around, your ponytail smacking him in the chest from the force of the motion.
He barely contained his amused scoff. You were and would always be incredibly and adorably predictable. Not to mention incredibly easy to read, too.
“No occasion,” he said, interrupting your Oh No Did I Miss An Important Date?™ scanning-over-the-calendar routine. You let out an audible sigh of relief, your whole body slumping forward with the motion, and this time Will couldn't hold back the smug grin.
You set the bouquet down and looked at him, suspicious despite your relief. He could practically hear the question in your gaze (refer back to what I said about you being incredibly easy to read), and he was sure it went something like this: A bouquet this big for no reason?
He sighed dramatically and leaned closer, his voice taking on that classic teasing lilt of his, “What? Can't a man surprise his wife with flowers in peace?”
“But why?” you insisted quietly. Clearly, you were incredibly worried you'd somehow forgotten about an important date. Because what if you had and Will, being the ever so gracious (debatable) man that he was, didn't want to embarrass you by reminding you?
“Just because.”
“But it's so big.” Your worried gaze met his, and his grin split even wider.
“Not the only big thing I can—”
You smacked him lightly on the arm to shut him up. “Come on!” he complained, forever the melodramatic man that he was, “You practically walked into that one!”
You rolled your eyes, but the gesture held absolutely no heat, especially not when you were smiling despite yourself. “Thank you,” you said sincerely, rising up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, and hoping he could sense the extent of your gratitude in that kiss.
“Of course, my love,” he murmured softly between kisses, the teasing leaving his voice entirely and being replaced by an insurmountable amount of love.
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A while later, after he had changed and joined you back in the kitchen, the two of you could be found sitting at the kitchen island, sharing a clementine.
One of my favorite characters
Cristina Rosales ,every rose has their thorn
To be a shadow is in it's self to live in someone else's
All the cool Lightwoods' came after Cecily joined the family
Heavenly fire courses through her veins
True nephilim Emma Carstairs from @cassandraclare series The Dark Artifices
This scene was breath taking and i forgot that i drew this a while back
Mark Blackthorn in his fur coat
(Might add more or do 18+ version)
“There’s a legend about that clock. For a second, when it chimes the hour, the gates to heaven open.” - @cassandraclare
i’m still SO hurt and broken and now i have to wait an entire year to find out what happens next I’M FINE.
Part 2/? of the Blackthorn files or smth
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Well it's late and my brain is asking a question and now I can't sleep without having the answer so I need your opinion for you if Emma and Cordelia would have been at the same time for you Cortana would have chosen which one two to be its carrier?
I have a question as Kit was adopted by Jem and Jem is a Carstairs, does that mean that « Kit became a Carstairs » and can use Cortana ?
(I'm not talking about Kit as a Cortana carrier but that at one point he is in danger and Cortana appears to give him help because he is a « Carstairs »)
I don't know if it was explained in TMI but since Jace had the identity of Jonathan Wayland throughout his youth does that mean that he had celebrated his birthday on the wrong day throughout his childhood
if so, imagine the first time he celebrated his birthday on the real day he was born or when he wakes up thinking it's his birthday and then he remembers it's actually not the case and it's the birthday of Jonathan Wayland the child he had unknowingly assumed the identity of for 16 years
Am I the only one who would have liked to see basic characters who are in families other than The Herondales, Fairchild, Lightwood, Carstairs, Blackthorn?
I warn you, I love his families but I wanted to know more about the other Shadowhunters families because for me it could have been interesting to know more about the other families
on a bit of the same thing am I the only one who wanted to see more weapons created by Wayland the Blacksmith often used by the main characters
because the only weapon made by Wayland the Blacksmith that we have often seen used by the characters are Cortana and Phaesphoros and Heosphoros
hello I had a question, for you, is it possible for a shadowhunter to have dysphasia and multi-dys?
(Because I'm writing a Parabatai Jonathan Morgenstrern fanfiction)
Ok now I must admit that the poll "For you, is it possible for a Shadowhunter to have dysphasia and multidys ?" is such that when I ask a question for this poll, I would not have people insulting me for having said that there could be dys shadowhunters
now the real question that interests me
Do you think dysphasia shadowhunters use the language rune to be understood when they are young ?
BE CAREFUL I EXPLAIN MYSELF : I have dysphasia and when I was little when I spoke it was for other people as if I was speaking another language and no one understood me whereas for me the words or the sentence were normal but now I am understood even if there are still some difficulties
I hope I explained the question well and why I ask it
(thank you for answering the survey it's for a parabatai fanfiction Jonathan)
Hello I had a question “can we steal Jessamine’s parasol? and if so will Jessamine stay at the London institute” because my friend thinks «yes we can steal her parasol and she will stay at the London institute because Jessamine's ghost is not attached to the shadow but to her doll's house because she had broken her first parasol and her current parasol, she had not yet had a strong enough line to be attached to the parasol»
thank you for answering it's for fanfiction