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William Owen Herondale actually wrote a book about demon pox and Matthew Fairchild has read it
‘ if you don’t get some sleep soon, you’ll make yourself sick. ’ ((To Will from Notstainedglass))
Surrounded by books and papers, fingers stained with ink, Will barely looked up. “ ’M busy,” he mumbled, paging through one of his journals and leaving smudges on the edges of the pages.
Jem sighed, and walked over, pulling the book away. “Will.” He said to him. “Look at me.”
Will grabbed after the journal once, then sighed, and looked up at his parabatai with bloodshot eyes. “What?”
“You’re not too must to sleep.” He said firmly. “It’s nearly midnight, Will. You need rest.”
“Only midnight?” Will blinked. “Thought it was later than that.” He reached for another journal and began flipping through it. “I’ll rest when I’m finished with this.”
“No, you’ll rest now.” Jem said firmly. “You’re no good to the Institute half-asleep.” He added, shaking his head. “Get some rest. These will be waiting for you in the morning.”
“I’m not half asleep,” Will muttered. He pulled his stele from where it had been keeping his place in an ancient looking book. “Raziel is helping keep me awake.”
“William.” He frowned more, shaking his head. “Please. If a ravener starts attacking mundanes in the morning, I’d like my parabatai to be functional.”
"I'm always functional," Will said, grinning lopsidedly.
‘ if you don’t get some sleep soon, you’ll make yourself sick. ’ ((To Will from Notstainedglass))
Surrounded by books and papers, fingers stained with ink, Will barely looked up. “ ’M busy,” he mumbled, paging through one of his journals and leaving smudges on the edges of the pages.
Jem sighed, and walked over, pulling the book away. “Will.” He said to him. “Look at me.”
Will grabbed after the journal once, then sighed, and looked up at his parabatai with bloodshot eyes. “What?”
“You’re not too must to sleep.” He said firmly. “It’s nearly midnight, Will. You need rest.”
“Only midnight?” Will blinked. “Thought it was later than that.” He reached for another journal and began flipping through it. “I’ll rest when I’m finished with this.”
“No, you’ll rest now.” Jem said firmly. “You’re no good to the Institute half-asleep.” He added, shaking his head. “Get some rest. These will be waiting for you in the morning.”
"I'm not half asleep," Will muttered. He pulled his stele from where it had been keeping his place in an ancient looking book. "Raziel is helping keep me awake."
i’m kind of annoyed at the communities belief that dropping threads or liking a starter call and not responded is a terrible thing. like that belief of “oh they didn’t reply to that one starter i wrote one time they’ll never reply to anything why should i even bother”
i don’t support that at all.
so basically, if you don’t mind that your partner may drop threads or not reply/maybe forget to reply to a starter, please reblog this? its so unhealthy for someone like myself who gets afraid to drop threads on the chance that my partners may think i don’t want to write with them, or worse BECAUSE i dropped it they won’t want to write with me.
its a bad cycle to end up hoarding drafts because you’re afraid they’ll be mad at you for dropping it. so if you don’t mind at all and will still continue to want to write with them, reblog this and let your followers know that you are okay with them dropping threads, and you won’t hold it against them.
‘ if you don’t get some sleep soon, you’ll make yourself sick. ’ ((To Will from Notstainedglass))
Surrounded by books and papers, fingers stained with ink, Will barely looked up. “ ’M busy,” he mumbled, paging through one of his journals and leaving smudges on the edges of the pages.
Jem sighed, and walked over, pulling the book away. “Will.” He said to him. “Look at me.”
Will grabbed after the journal once, then sighed, and looked up at his parabatai with bloodshot eyes. “What?”
“You’re not too must to sleep.” He said firmly. “It’s nearly midnight, Will. You need rest.”
"Only midnight?" Will blinked. "Thought it was later than that." He reached for another journal and began flipping through it. "I'll rest when I'm finished with this."
character portraits: the infernal trio
“which one of you is older?” “jem,” said will , and “i am,” said jem, at the same time. they laughed in unison as well, and will added, “only by three months, though.” “i knew you’d feel compelled to point that out,” said jem with a grin. tessa looked from one of them to the other. there could not be two boys who looked more different, or who had more different dispositions. and yet.
(insp.)
‘ if you don’t get some sleep soon, you’ll make yourself sick. ’ ((To Will from Notstainedglass))
Surrounded by books and papers, fingers stained with ink, Will barely looked up. “ ’M busy,” he mumbled, paging through one of his journals and leaving smudges on the edges of the pages.
Jem sighed, and walked over, pulling the book away. “Will.” He said to him. “Look at me.”
Will grabbed after the journal once, then sighed, and looked up at his parabatai with bloodshot eyes. "What?"
[Closed] | Sleeping Beauty
Anders wondered if this was just his personality or if he’d trotted out his shitty attitude special for him. “Depends on what scale you’re talking about, really. This is… Ferelden, I think.” he squinted around. “Frostback Mountains. Could be close to Orlais, but it smells distinctly like dog so it’s probably Ferelden.” he mused. “On a smaller scale, we’re fairly close to the village of Haven. Used to be a religious pilgrimage stop but seems like it’s more popular these days.” he added.
“On a larger scale, though, which I think we’re operating on… this is Thedas.” he said gently. “I could not say how but I’m beginning to think that you aren’t from Thedas at all, are you?” he asked. “I say this for a few reasons but… I have no idea what an angel is and you seem pretty offended that I’ve called them magic. Some might argue that enchanting is not really magic but those people are idiots.” he muttered. An old argument he’d had with people at Kinloch.
“So my theory then becomes… are you from the Fade? Is angel another word for spirit or demon?”
Will stared at Anders blankly, eyebrows drawing together the more he spoke.
“I can honestly say I’ve never heard of any of the places you’ve just listed off,” he said flatly, crossing his arms over his chest and turned away, taking a few steps in that direction, taking in the scenery. It looked familiar, but -- wrong. The trees looked off, the grass the wrong shade of green. “The Angel is the reason my people exist,” he said after a moment. “He is neither a spirit nor a demon, which is, frankly, a quite offensive suggestion,” Will added, turning back to Anders.
‘ if you don’t get some sleep soon, you’ll make yourself sick. ’ ((To Will from Notstainedglass))
Surrounded by books and papers, fingers stained with ink, Will barely looked up. " 'M busy," he mumbled, paging through one of his journals and leaving smudges on the edges of the pages.
Some Dialogue Prompts
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t chug the whole coffee pot.”
“The table is broken. There is icing on the ceiling. The stove is on fire. Explain.”
“Yes, health and all that is important, but theatre.”
“Paper cuts are, like, the worst thing ever.” “Murder, drugs, alcohol, depression, bre-” “Paper cuts.”
“You’re sad. So, someone is definitely dying today.”
“Cuddles!” “We’re in the car-” “Cuddles!”
“Put the sword down.”
“Why be anxious when you can be depressed and anxious at the same time?”
“I despise my cat.” “Why?” “He walked away after I told him I loved him.”
“Everyone has been a victim of (insert character name)’s wrath.”
“Why haven’t we made a religion out of this yet?” “You’re looking in a mirror.”
“You are the definition of the word ‘ego’.”
“Who on Earth gave them caffeine?”
“If dying is what it takes to be happy then I gladly volunteer to die.”
“You are never alone.” “That is impossible, every human be-” *handcuffs Person B* “Never alone.”
“You all are coming to my funeral or I’m gonna come out of my grave and track you down.”
“I shouldn’t be here.” “Don’t talk bad about yourself!” “Oh, no, I’m reading this note I found on the ground.” *to the note* “Don’t talk bad about yourself!”
“Finding Nemo is such a dark movie.” *scoff* “Oh? Prove it.” *cracks knuckles* “If you insist, so-”
“Coffee is the only reason I’m alive right now.”
“If one more sentence comes out of your mouth, I swear I’m going to bash your head against the fridge.”
“:D” “How did you do that?” “:D”
“I’m so happy, nothing can bring me down!” “The world is running out of chocolate.” *crying* “WhY woULd yOu Say thAt???”
“I am the definition of dread.” “(Insert Character Name)” *smiling like an idiot* “Damn you.”
“I like pie.” “Which one?” “What?” “The food or the number 3.1415-”
“Stop drinking heated Kool-Aid on top of the fridge and communicate.”
“It’s my birthday!” “Oh shoot, really?”
“I don’t know why you love me.” “I’ve been waiting for this, hold on.” *gets out a very long sheet of paper.* “Reason 1, I-”
“I despise all of you except this cake.”
“You are like, really high on my ‘I hate you’ list.”
*Person a faints* “It’s about time they died.”
“Delicious Cookies!” “These taste horrible.” “Cookies!” “These aren’t cookies.” “Poison?” “wwhAT!?”
Hey, look at me, actually posting something and not reblogging it. I have a bunch of prompts running through my head daily so I thought I should share them. You can use them, you can credit it me if you remember to. Just don’t claim you came up with the idea. You can use them for any fandom you like. Also, @limabeanbabiesforthewin I finished the prompts! Do what you will! Hope you like them.
If someone could send me one of these prompts and a ship, I would appreciate it!!
New 3x01 Sneak Peak
What's your beef with public libraries?
They’re expensive and useless. Imagine if we took all the money we used on public libraries and instead created public wifi, or literally anything else besides a library?
This is the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Libraries have free wifi, and also computers, books, magazines, comfortable seating areas, public washrooms, shelter from the elements, interlibrary loan programs for those rare items that might be hard to find either online or off, special collections of rare and out of print material that may be required by historical researchers such as myself and which may have never been digitized, local records archives, lecture series and classes, meeting rooms for rent, and sometimes social workers on hand in areas that need them. Libraries are up there with hospitals in the realm of essential public services that make life livable and society great.
Shield - Notstainedglass protecting Will
It was a calm evening in London; even the rolling fog was at bay, the stars making a faint appearance in the sky above them. Will and his parabatai were enjoying a rare quiet moment, strolling leisurely along the streets. Armed to the teeth, naturally, but in civilian clothes, their gear remaining at the Institute.
The demon came out of nowhere, ugly limbs reaching for them. The world slowed down, but Will barely registered the thing was there before Jem had thrown himself in between the two of them, brandishing his staff. Will reached for the seraph blade tucked into his clothing, but he didn’t even have time to bring it to life before burning ichor sprayed over the both of them. Will’s stance relaxed as they watched the demon crumple into nothingness, but then his gaze was trained on Jem.
“James,” Will began, frowning. “I – thank you. Stupid thing came out of nowhere,” he muttered, brushing ichor off his sleeve with a look of distaste, disguising the stab of guilt he felt at the fact that he’d been so oblivious.
He glanced back up at his parabatai. “Are you injured?”
“Well, you knew. And Sophie.” He countered, shrugging and crossing his legs. “I didn’t just vanish into the night.” He added with another quiet chuckle - though it turned into a cough almost instantly.
Concern flashed across Will’s face. “Do you need your medicine?”
“I’ll be alright.” He replied, waving off the concern. “We should probably go back, though… I should let Charlotte know I’m not missing.” He said, smiling a little and getting to his feet.
"Before she calls the Clave for a search party?" Will joked, standing as well and linking his arm with Jem's, a small smile quirking his lips.
Shield - Notstainedglass protecting Will
It was a calm evening in London; even the rolling fog was at bay, the stars making a faint appearance in the sky above them. Will and his parabatai were enjoying a rare quiet moment, strolling leisurely along the streets. Armed to the teeth, naturally, but in civilian clothes, their gear remaining at the Institute.
The demon came out of nowhere, ugly limbs reaching for them. The world slowed down, but Will barely registered the thing was there before Jem had thrown himself in between the two of them, brandishing his staff. Will reached for the seraph blade tucked into his clothing, but he didn’t even have time to bring it to life before burning ichor sprayed over the both of them. Will’s stance relaxed as they watched the demon crumple into nothingness, but then his gaze was trained on Jem.
“James,” Will began, frowning. “I – thank you. Stupid thing came out of nowhere,” he muttered, brushing ichor off his sleeve with a look of distaste, disguising the stab of guilt he felt at the fact that he’d been so oblivious.
He glanced back up at his parabatai. “Are you injured?”
“Well, you knew. And Sophie.” He countered, shrugging and crossing his legs. “I didn’t just vanish into the night.” He added with another quiet chuckle - though it turned into a cough almost instantly.
Concern flashed across Will's face. "Do you need your medicine?"
Shield - Notstainedglass protecting Will
It was a calm evening in London; even the rolling fog was at bay, the stars making a faint appearance in the sky above them. Will and his parabatai were enjoying a rare quiet moment, strolling leisurely along the streets. Armed to the teeth, naturally, but in civilian clothes, their gear remaining at the Institute.
The demon came out of nowhere, ugly limbs reaching for them. The world slowed down, but Will barely registered the thing was there before Jem had thrown himself in between the two of them, brandishing his staff. Will reached for the seraph blade tucked into his clothing, but he didn’t even have time to bring it to life before burning ichor sprayed over the both of them. Will’s stance relaxed as they watched the demon crumple into nothingness, but then his gaze was trained on Jem.
“James,” Will began, frowning. “I – thank you. Stupid thing came out of nowhere,” he muttered, brushing ichor off his sleeve with a look of distaste, disguising the stab of guilt he felt at the fact that he’d been so oblivious.
He glanced back up at his parabatai. “Are you injured?”
“Out. I need some air.” Was all Jem said in reply before walking out of the room, leaving Will there. He needed to clear his head, try and get his thoughts organized. It was quiet, and he had a blade with him just in case - he headed for Blackfriars Bridge, letting the cool air chill him as he walked.
Will made his way back to his room, sitting on the edge of the bed and letting the room spin around him for a few minutes. Then he sent a fire message to Magnus Bane, containing one single word: Bastard. Once that was done, true to his impulse, he headed to the training room and worked with his throwing knives until his body caught up with him and his legs gave out, leaving him unconscious on the training room floor. He woke to Sophie’s concerned face above him, a glass of water gripped tightly in her hand. He pushed himself to a sitting position, ignoring her offer of water, instead inquiring after his parabatai.
“Has Jem returned from his walk?”
“No.” She replied shaking her head. She set the water down, sighing and getting to her feet. “I’ll bring you up something to eat.” She said, seeming very much eager to get out of his presence without Jem’s to keep her there.
“Leave it in my room, would you?” Will called after her, and picked himself up off the floor. Thankfully his head had slowed its pounding by now, but a glance out the window told him the sun was rising. He swore, and headed out of the Institute, intent on tracking down his parabatai, terrified he was taking a page out of Will’s book.
Jem hadn’t gone far from the bridge. He was sitting in a nearby park, looking around. He’d glamours himself so the mundanes wouldn’t see or bother him, and simply watched the people as they went by. He’d managed to calm down and cool off somewhat, but the anger was still there. He forced himself to take a deep breath, closing his eyes to collect himself, then opened them again to resume people watching.
Will went to Blackfriar Bridge first, hoping to find Jem staring out over the water as he often had, but no luck. It was then that Will began to search nearby parks, and finally found Jem sitting motionless on a bench in the last park he checked. When his parabatai opened his eyes, Will was standing across the pathway.
“James,” he said, training a steady gaze on him. He could see by the way he held himself, the tension in his spine and shoulders, that Jem was still harboring anger towards Will. He spoke anyways.
Jem blinked, and for a moment couldn’t help wondering if he’d dozed off and was dreaming. But no, Will was actually there. He sighed quietly, resting his hands in his lap.
“You should be resting.” He said quietly, the concern still there despite his anger.
“I did,” Will said. The details of where, exactly, he kept to himself. “Sophie woke me. She said you hadn’t returned. I was worried.”
The young man watched him as he spoke, and couldn’t help a weak chuckle. “I have no idea what that’s like.” He said, shaking his head. “Not knowing where your parabatai is, or if they’re alright.”
“You’re the levelheaded one. Disappearing in the night is unusual behavior. I disappear at four in the morning, no one bats an eye. Jem disappearing? Charlotte is calling an emergency Clave meeting to start a search party,” Will joked, a familiar glint of amusement in his tired blue eyes as he moved to take a seat beside his parabatai.
Jem gave another weak smile, and sighed quietly. “Well I should be honpured, then.” He said to him. “The Clave?” He added, chuckling.
“If she knew you were missing, I imagine so, yes.”
“I went for a walk, I’m not missing.” He replied, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
"That depends on how many people know you went for a walk," Will pointed out with a smirk.
“One must always be careful of books,“ said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.” Cassandra Clare, The Infernal Devices
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