I'm in love with the stars.

Hello! My First blog: rainbow-in-the-sky-rits. Here are only my collages&edits. Hope you like it! 

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Commission

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Mark Blackthorn & Kieran of the Hunt: Stars to Burn (The Dark Artifices)

Kieran touched him with such care that he imagined that where Kieran’s hands went, a stele passed bearing healing runes, smoothing his scars, erasing remembered pain.

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Mark Blackthorn & Kieran of the Hunt: The Dark Artifices 

Merry Christmas, everyone! 

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Mark Blackthorn & Kieran of the Hunt: The Dark Artifices 

The curve of Kieran’s lips under his own was as familiar to Mark as the taste of sugar or the feel of sunlight. But there was no sugar or sunlight here, nothing bright or sweet, only the dark pressure of the Court all around them and the scent of blood. And still his body responded to Kieran’s, pressing the other boy up against the bark of the tree, gripping him, hands sliding on his skin, scars and fresh wounds under his fingertips.

[shallanswit]

ok i never say much about kierark but they honestly complement each other so well they’re literally the so in love and aesthetic couple of tda i ship them so much fyi

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Emma Carstairs & Cristina Rosales: The Dark Atifices

“Let me spell it out,” Emma said. “I love her. Don’t mess around with her.”

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Grace Blackthorn - The Last Hours

Grace’s awful, awe-inspiring eyes narrowed. They were glittering like the steel, and were, Magnus was sure, no less deadly. “I am my mother’s blade.”

[breakandsetonfire]

Kieran laughed softly, looking at his little baby. The boy was playing with his daddy’s hand, truly delighted. For a split second, the world had stopped, and there were only Kieran, and his son, and the greatest of feelings—love, not just for another creature, but for your child, your own flesh and blood.

Mark fell asleep near Kieran, too tired after a long travail he had spent by Kieran’s side, holding his hand, comforting him, whispering “You’re doing great, Kier. Breathe”.

Kieran could not remember crying, and screaming, and agonizing pain—it was a blur now. But he did remember his son’s first cry, remember Mark kissing him with tears in his eyes.

“Uranus”, whispered Kieran, and the boy looked up at his daddy, his blue-green eyes sparkling. “I love you, my precious moonlight, I love you so much”. And then he looked at Mark, who was snoring peacefully in his pillow, and smiled, stroking his husband’s fair curls with his free hand. Mark murmured something, caught Kieran’s hand and was asleep again. Kieran yawned and allowed himself some dreaming.

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I love this with all atoms of my soul

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1k followers celebration: mark & kieran asked by @battlecouples

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Kieran was staring at his own hand, where it hovered at the edge of Mark’s shirt collar… Mark’s arms hooked around Kieran’s neck, drawing him down into a kiss. - QoAaD snippet

thank you for it @cassandraclare

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Kieran lifted up his mouth to Mark’s, and he tasted like the sweet ice of polar expanses under skies streaked with the northern lights.

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Mark x Kieran;

Here in the space between us. It is safe. 

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The curve of Kieran’s lips under his own was as familiar to Mark as the taste of sugar or the feel of sunlight. But there was no sugar or sunlight here, nothing bright or sweet, only the dark pressure of the Court all around them and the scent of blood. And still his body responded to Kieran’s, pressing the other boy up against the bark of the tree, gripping him, hands sliding on his skin, scars and fresh wounds under his fingertips. - Lord of Shadows by Cassandra Clare

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The Dark Artifices: Mark Blackthorn and Kieran of the Hunt

Mark hid a smile in the dusk. It was irritatingly cute when Kieran used modern phrases. - QoAaD snippet by Cassandra Clare

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end of pride month (alas!) snippet: Kierark

“We might as well talk, Mark,” Kieran said. A bright moon had risen; it illuminated the dark ocean, turned it to a sheet of black and silver glass, the colors of Kieran’s eyes. The night desert was alive with the sound of cicadas. Kieran was walking beside Mark with his hands looped behind him, deceptively human-looking in jeans and t-shirt. He had drawn the line at donning any gear. “It does us no good to ignore each other.”

“I have missed you,” Mark said. There seemed no point in not being honest. “Nor did I intend to ignore you, or to hurt you. I apologize.”

Kieran looked up, a surprised flash under dark lashes. “There is no need to apologize.” He hesitated. “I have had, as you say here in the mortal world, a lot on my mind.”

Mark hid a smile in the dusk. It was irritatingly cute when Kieran used modern phrases.

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The Dark Artifices: sweet Kierark (Mark Blackthorn and Kieran of the Hunt)

Kieran was like family to Mark, and Julian understood family better than he understood almost anything else. - Lord of Shadows by Cassandra Clare

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The Dark Artifices: Mark Blackthorn & Kieran of the Hunt (Happy Pride Month, everyone!)

Kieran lifted up his mouth to Mark’s, and he tasted like the sweet ice of polar expanses under skies streaked with the northern lights. - Lord of Shadows by Cassandra Clare