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Qoaad Exclusive Snippet
Reluctantly Cristina followed as they pushed swiftly through the crowd. The air was full of sweet, harsh smoke, mixing with the mist from the occasional pool of water. “Prince Kieran.” A faerie woman with hair like a dandelion clock drifted up to them. She wore a dress of white filaments, and her eyes were green as stems. “You come to us in disguise.” Mark’s hand had gone to his weapons belt, but Kieran made a quick settling gesture at him. “I can trust you to keep my secret, can I not?” “If you tell me why an Unseelie Prince would come hidden to his own brother’s revel, perhaps,” said the woman, her green eyes keen. “I seek a friend,” Kieran said. The woman’s eyes darted over Cristina and then Mark. Her mouth widened into a smile. “You seem to have several.” “That’s enough,” said Mark. “The prince would proceed unhindered.” “Now, if it were a love potion you sought, you might come to me,” said the faerie woman, ignoring Mark. “But which of these two Nephilim do you love? And which loves you?” Kieran raised a warning hand. “Enough.” “Ah, I see, I see.” Cristina wondered what it was she saw. “No love potion could assist with this.” Her eyes danced. “Enough, I said!” Kieran flushed. “What would it take to end this bedevilment?”
this was just a really big excuse to draw that unicorn shirt
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#100daysuntilqoaad 100 days before I get to share Queen of Air and Darkness with you! I can’t wait. Have a little snippet to celebrate:
“I’m here on my own account,” Magnus said, in a low and distant voice. “I need your help. There is absolutely no one else that I can ask.” “That’s not what I …” Julian pushed sopping-wet hair out of his eyes, his voice trailing off in realization. “You’re remembering someone.”
“We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!”
Not the correct quote for the cottage, but I like it anyway… sth rather quick to distract myself from work stress ^^’
underrated blackstairs things™
the deleted scene at the end of los
them taking their first steps together
when they reunite at the beginning of lady midnight
when they sing along badly to the radio in the car
when they communicate without talking or writing on each other during the battle at the end of lady midnight
the fact that they raised the blackthorn children, and i know that you’re probably thinking that this isn’t underrated, but i see julian get a lot of credit for raising them(which he deserves) but people overlook that emma did nearly as much of if not as much as julian to help raise them and they did it together
not underrated but still important: when julian put his tongue in emma’s ear
the ferris wheel scene at the beginning of los
emma knowing how to make julian’s coffee even though she doesn’t drink it herself(idk if this is actually canon but i feel like it is)
when they hold hands to get through the wards at malcolm’s cottage
simon thinking something was slightly off during and after their parabati ceremony, not only in their moods but having to do with the actual bond/magic itself
“why wouldn’t anyone want to hear them?” “hear what?” “any statements you have to make about, you know, anything”
when they hold hands as they run away from the church they set on fire
when emma said “sleep my love” to julian right before she took the lashes for him and he heard her just before he fell asleep
the fact that emma was literally actively trying to make julian hate her and break both of their hearts we don’t talk about this enough
when clary lowkey hinted that she’d always shipped them in los
please add to this because this is nowhere near all of them but im exhausted and also i want the joy of being reminded of some cute things from the rest of you all so please dont let additions flop i need more jemma content
“Please,” he said, desperation clear in his voice. “Just—just one more try.”
“One more?” she echoed.
“You’ll fix this. You’ll fix me, because we’re parabatai. We’re forever. I said that to you once, do you remember?”
-Lady midnight
Cristina and Emma!
SO good
Qoaad excerpt
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Emma and Julian have been walking for some hours when Emma realized they were being followed. It had actually been a pretty pleasant walk, along a tramped path in the woods. Julian was easy enough to talk to when she tried not to think about how he felt about her or how he felt. They avoided the topics of Livvy and the parabatai curse and talked instead about the Clave and what it’s next plan might be and how Zara might figure into them. Julian walked ahead holding a map. consulting it when enough light rayed down from the trees to make it readable.
“We could reach the Unseelie Court by tomorrow,” he said, pausing in the middle of the clearing. “Depending how much we’re willing to travel at night.”
Emma stopped in her tracks.”We’re being followed.” she said.
Julian stopped as well and turned to her, holding the map. “You’re sure?”
His voice was quiet. Emma strained an ear, a tiny breakage of branches behind them, the thump of a footfall. She nodded, “I’m sure.”
There was no doubt in Julian’s eyes, Emma felt a faint gratification that even in his current state Julian trusted her skills implicitly.
“We can’t run.” he said. He was right, the trail was too rocky.
“Come on,” Emma grabbed Julian’s hand and a moment later they were skinning up the tallest of the oak trees in the clearing. Emma found the fork of a branch and sold into it, Julian swung up across from her. They clung to the tree trunk and looked down.
Footfalls were getting closer. Hoofbeats, Emma realized and then a kelpie, dark green with a mane of shimmering seaweed rose into the clearing, a rider on it’s back.
Emma sucked in her breath, the rider was a man wearing shadowhunter gear. She leaned down to see more. Not a man, a boy. Thin and narrow faced with shots of black hair.
“Dane Larkspear on a kelpie,” Julian muttered. “What is this? If I see Zara come riding on the Loch Ness Monster we’re going home.”
The kelpie had stopped dead in the middle of the clearing, it was rolling it’s eyes, deep black with no whites. Closer up it looked less like a horse even thought it had a mane and tail and four legs more like a frightening creature thing. Something that never meant to be out of water.
“Hurry up,” Dane jerked on the kelpie’s bridle and and a memory flickered in the back of Emma’s mind, something about bridling a kelpie forced it to obey you. “We need to find Emma and Julian before nightfall.”
The kelpie spoke, Emma jolted. “I do not know those creatures, master. I do not know what they look like.”
“It doesn’t matter, pick up their trail.” Dean smacked the kelpie across the shoulder. “Okay I’ll describe them for you, Julian’s the kind of guy who would have a girl as a parabatai, get it?”
“No.” Said the kelpie.
“He spends all his time chasing little kids around, he had like a million children. It’s really creepy.”
“In my culture it is men who bear children.” Said the kelpie.
“That’s disgusting,” said Dane. “Now pay attention. Emma, she’s the kind of girl that’d be hot if she ever shut up.”
“I will kill him,” Emma said. “I will kill him while talking the whole time.”
“I don’t really understand human attitudes towards beauty,” said the kelpie. “I like seaweed on a woman.”
“Shut up,” Dane jerked the bridle and the kelpie exposed it’s needle-like teeth in a hiss. “We need to find them before the sun goes down.” His smile was ugly. “Once I get back with the black book Zara will give me anything I want. Maybe one of Julian Blackthorn’s sisters.”
Emma was out of the tree so fast, the world was a blur of green leaves and red rage. She landed on Dane Larkspear and knocked him out of his saddle forcing an ‘oof’ of pain out of him when they hit the ground together. She punched him in the stomach and he doubled up while she sprang to her feet, she grabbed her sword. She would have been worried if Julian wouldn’t have followed her but he was already on the ground, yanking off the kelpie’s bridle.
“My lord,” the kelpie bowed it’s forelegs to Julian. Dane was coughing and gagging, rolling on the ground in pain. “Thank you for freeing me.”
“Don’t mention it,” Julian said.
The kelpie straightened. “May you find fortune and good luck in many children.
“Thanks.” Julian tossed the bridle aside and the kelpie dashed into the forest.
Emma stood over Dane with her sword pointed at his throat, laying flat on the ground he glared at her. “What are you doing Larkspear, we were sent to get the black book, not you.”
“Sure, you were sent to get it,” he turned his dead and spat blood. “And then I was supposed to get it from you. That’s what I was sent to do.”
“And we weren’t supposed to notice you following us? You sounded like an elephant, a sexist elephant. You’re a terrible Shadowhunter.“ Said Emma.
“No one asked you.”
“Be quiet. And did the Inquisitor seriously tell you that if you got the book from us you could have Dru? She’s thirteen!”
Dane just stared at her. “What?” Emma’s voice dripped sarcasm, “Am I talking too much?”
Emma suddenly realized Dane wasn’t staring at her but behind her, Julian had come up quietly and was standing with his longsword in his hand looking at Dane with a frightening coldness.
“You know,” he said. “That if you ever touch Dru, I’ll kill you.”
Dane pushed himself up on his elbows. “You’ll be dead by then.”
Emma: The thing is... I'm living a lie.
Julian: Just one? I'm living like, 20.
T H E W I L D H U N T
The Wild Hunt comes when the ravens of the battlefield scream for blood: We gather our riders from among the dying.
Reblog if you love Cassandra Clare's books. I want to know how many Shadowhunters are on Tumblr.
Emma, the better, brighter half of him, who tempered his ruthlessness, who forced him to acknowledge the light when he saw only darkness.
Julian Blackthorn (Lord of Shadows; Cassandra Clare)
Emma: I love fucking Julian Blackthorn.
Everyone: What?
Emma: I fucking love Julian Blackthorn
*Art by Cassandra Jean.
*clears throat* The most requested thing in my inbox has been the extended NSFW version of the cottage scene with Emma and Julian in Lord of Shadows. I usually write romantic scenes much longer than they actually are and then cut them down (it’s just how I do it) so these are the “unedited” versions. As such they do sometimes contain typos, word repeats, etc. I’m hoping you can enjoy them anyway. ;) The first version of this scene was in Julian’s POV, so here are all his insecure, complicated, desirous thoughts. ;)
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Ohhh my god!!!!
“He does care about Kieran,” Cristina said. “It’s just I think he cares about me, too.” She half-turned to look at Emma. Her eyes were big and dark and worried. “I danced with him. With Mark. And we kissed.” “That’s good! That is good, right?” “It was, but then Kieran came in -” “What?” “But he wasn’t angry, he just told Mark that he should dance better, and he danced with me. It was like dancing with fire.” “Whoa, sexy weirdness,” said Emma. “This may be more sexy weirdness than I can handle.” “It is not weird!” “It is,” said Emma. “You are headed for a faerie threesome. Or some kind of war.” “Emma!” “Hot faerie threesome,” said Emma cheerfully. “I can say I knew you when.”
People say we’re unlucky because we don’t have parents. But I think they’re unlucky because they don’t have a brother like mine.
Tiberius Blackthorn, Lord of Shadows (via nephilimdaily)
My heart
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