#artsandcoffee

[myricds]

@artsandcoffee  ———  julian blackthorn.

her retreat into the institute’s kitchen had been  mostly  to escape the tension that’s been surrounding the group ever since emma and mark had made their  ‘relationship’  public.  despite being thankful of her friend’s trust in her,  so strong that it had allowed her to confide this secret,  cristina can’t help but feel the weight of the burden she’s agreed to help carry.  and if  she  can feel it,  she can’t  imagine  what mark and emma feel,  and worse  ---  the one that all of this is for,  who must be the most confused of all  ------julian.

as if summoned by her own mind,  the head of the blackthorn family   ---  even with mark back,  julian has been in charge of it all for too long to hand over the reigns  ---   walks into the kitchen looking like a rain cloud threatening to  burst  overhead has followed right along with him.  when it takes a second for him to notice her,  somehow,  suddenly,  cristina feels she’s intruded upon a private moment,  even though she had been present in the kitchen upon his arrival.      ❛  oh,  sorry julian,  i was just about to head upstairs.  ❜     she pours out the water she’d been drinking,  intent on excusing herself.  but there’s an image of his expression branded into her head,  the one he’d been wearing before seeing her.  and she simply  cannot  leave him alone before making sure---      ❛  is everything okay ?  ❜

[cortanascars]

                  she was wasted out of her mind. afraid of being used by the one she was growing such an attachment to. so instead, she fell into the arms of someone else, who had almost taken complete advantage of her before he stepped in. now she was at his apartment, not as inebriated anymore, but still pretty tipsy. ‘well --- aren’t you going to try and get in my pants like that other guy? all of you are the same.’ she got up from the couch, hand smacked up against the wall as she tried to regain her balance. 

@artsandcoffee // au 

[camillebelcourtme]

@artsandcoffee ❣️ liked for starter

             It felt like the sun is refusing to set this day. Camille was walking around her London's apartment eagerly waiting for the night to start. The corset felt tight on her body but she didn't mind (perks of not needing air). Her mood hasn’t been the best recently, the number of vampires in London dropped dramatically and she was getting BORED.      Maybe it's time to move out.

Bright light highlighted the room && Camille immediately dropped the book she was holding, stepping back. This is what you get for living with a warlock for couple of years. Assuming it must be Magnus returning, she quickly adjusted her bosom in the dress and pouted her lips, making sure she's going to be as gorgeous as possible when he sees her but the boy leaving the portal wasn't Magnus. He smelled like an angel and party even looked like one. ❛ What do you want in MY house SHADOWHUNTER.❜

[goldtingedmovedto-passionbled]

@artsandcoffee  /   liked

                   ‘  julian  ’        the  words  come  out  more  soft  then  she  was  expecting,   but  then  julian  had  always  been  able  to  calm  her  like  no  one  else  could.     he  was  the  only  person  she  could  LET  herself  be  soft  around.         ‘  even  if  I’m  with  Mark  now ---   you  know  you’re  still  my  favourite  person,   right  ?     you’ll  always  mean  the  world  to  me.    you  have  to  know  that   ’ 

[ofparasol-a-blog]

“I really don't know how you can train properly when the weather is this hot.”

@artsandcoffee

[elfbolt-blog]

           ❝    you   have   been     avoiding   me  ,    brother  ,    and   I   know   not   why  .           have   I   offended   in   some   way   ?         do   you   harbor   some     RESENTMENT     toward   me   for   what   kieran   brought   upon   you   ?          upon   emma   ?    ❞

@artsandcoffee

[runedfae]

               “ every day was a constant reminder that she wouldn’t ever be his, at least not in the way he wanted; when mark, having been back in their lives for two seconds, was now her boyfriend. “

well someone’s certainly being a little salty @artsandcoffee

[girlsacrificed-archive]

@artsandcoffee  

      nothing seemed right  ,  everything felt as if it had been tipped sideways  ,  like she was looking at everything from a different perspective than before  &  this view was something she would beg to leave  .  it was something that she had found herself swallowing down bile  ,  but also gasping for breath at the same time  .  ADOPTED  .  the words once were nothing to her  ,  simply a word that had meant that someone had cared enough about you to bring you into their life  ,  to treat you like one of their own  .  but now the word burned her tongue  ,  the acidic aftertaste having the brunette look at her PARENTS like she had seen them in a completely different light  &  then at her BROTHER with a look of horror but also sorrow  . 

   this was a time to be happy  ,  having been told that she was adopted by the Blackthorns  &  that there was an accident  ,  she should have found REJOICE in the news  ,  of being reunited with her family and to finally have a home  .  but the pain had lingered in her chest  ,  memories of her nights tangled with Julian  ,  how they had FLAWLESSLY fit together  ,  how it seemed as if they were destined to be together  .  soon they were expelled into painful images of how they were supposed to be doing things like training together  ,  teasing  ,  play fighting  .  anything that SIBLINGS were supposed to do  ,  but she couldn’t erase the fact that she had craved his lips upon her  ,  the way his fingers move across her body  ,  the PLEASURE that had been shared between the two of them  .  

    she tried to hide the sadness  ,  the disappointment from the Blackthorns  ,  a wavering smile in it’s place as she found herself telling them that she was happy  ,  that she had wanted nothing more than to be apart of a REAL FAMILY  .  how she had loved Magnus  &  loved him for raising her  ,  but she had wanted siblings  .  her voice cracked with the last word  ,  pardoning her EMOTIONS for the happiness she felt  &  excused herself to her room  ,  entering the dwelling with a sense of saddened RAGE  ,  tears finally managing to slip down ivory cheeks  ,  golden accents glowing across skin as her GLAMOUR managed to break  .  once cerulean now golden hues looked up as she saw the male follow behind her  ,  walking into the room she couldn’t help but hold up her hand  ,  urging him to stop for she knew what she’d do if she got too close  .  she had CRAVED his embrace  ,  craved his touch  &  now the thought felt inappropriate  ,  INCESTUOUS  .  ‘  we can’t  ---we can’t do this anymore  .  ‘