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[thiaperezart]

"Most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. You have found two".

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@cassandraclare

I couldn't finish this piece for William's birthday. But I'm very happy to have it to start the year, I hope you like it ☺️🩵

[ian-writesss]

~The cursed ~

- based on William herondale from the clockwork series.

You yearned for love. Deluded all the seventeen years of your life believing in something that wasn't even real. You gave your all, your all to protect your beloved from the wrath of this demonic malediction. You were all alone, posturing to be strong. But you were broken, one could see your soul crushing beneath the weight of this lie. One could hear your heart shattering into a million pieces and for they were scared if you would even be able to pick them up.

For a boy this young. This was too much to take.

[trislutteur]

“Father… Father is a worm.” ~ Another Lightwood today! Gabriel Lightwood from The Infernal Devices, by @cassandraclare

[alexandracurteart]

Baroness Camille Belcourt 🧛‍♀️

The details in this nearly killed me but at the same time I had so much fun painting it! 😁

[jaces-mangoes]

jem x tessa playlist

shake it out - florence + the machine; shrike - hozier; andante, andante - lily james; nothing breaks like a heart - miley cyrus; strangers - sigrid; wildest dreams - taylor swift; pool - paramore; everlasting love - sabrina claudio; laughter lines - bastille; not in that way - sam smith; photograph - ed sheeran; when we were young - adele; a sunday kind of love - etta james; find u again - camila cabello; 26 - paramore; haunted - taylor swift; how big, how blue, how beautiful - florence + the machine; my love will never die - hozier; this love - taylor swift; frozen - sabrina claudio; skulls - bastille; i’ll be waiting - adele; delta - mumford & sons; all this and heaven too - florence + the machine; movement - hozier; we have time - sabrina claudio; don’t you remember - adele

[lectophile]

Bits of Dialogue: Clockwork Prince

The following belongs to Cassandra Clare’s Clockwork Prince.

“Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.”

“I spoke,” said Will in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.”

Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?”

“Mauve,” said Will.

—

“Perhaps we could say she’s a mad maiden aunt who insists on chaperoning us everywhere.”

“My aunt or yours?” Jem inquired.

“Yes, she doesn’t really look like either of us, does she? Perhaps she’s a girl who’s fallen madly in love with me and persists on following me wherever I go.”

“My talent is shape-shifting, Will, not acting,” said Tessa, and at that, Jem laughed out loud. Will glared at him.

—

His beard was long and white, his eyes crested with thick white eyebrows. He reached out and laid a hand on Will’s shoulder. “Nephilim?” He said, his voice gruff and thickly accented. “Is it you?”

“Dear God,” said Will, putting his hand over his heart in a theatrical gesture. “It’s the Ancient Mariner who stoppeth one of three.”

“Ah’m ‘here at t’bequest of Aloysius Starkweather. Art t’lads he wants or not? Ah’ve not got all night to stand about.”

”Important appointment with an albatross?” Will inquired. “Don’t let us keep you.”

“What my mad friend means to say,” said Jem, “is that we are indeed Shadowhunters of the London Institute. Charlotte Branwell sent us. And you are...?”

—

“Young Herondale, are you?” he barked as Will stepped forward to introduce himself. “Half-mundane, half-Welsh, and the worst traits of both, I’ve heard.”

Will smiled politely. “Diolch.” (Diolch means thanks in Welsh)

—

“What is this?” he went on now, spearing an unfortunate object on a fork and raising it to eye level. “This...this...thing?”

“A parsnip?” Jem suggested.

“A parsnip planted in Satan’s own garden,” said Will. He glanced about. “I don’t suppose there’s a dog I could feed it to.”

“There don’t seem to be any pets about,” Jem—who loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church—observed.

“Probably all poisoned by parsnips,” said Will.

—

“Stand up straight,” Gabriel was saying to Tessa meanwhile, impatiently. “No, straight. Like this.” He demonstrated. She wanted to snap at him that she, unlike him, had not had a lifetime of being taught how to stand and move; that Shadowhunters were natural acrobats, and she was nothing of the sort.

“Hmph,” she said. “I’d like to see you learn how to manage sitting and standing up straight in stays and petticoats and a dress with a foot’s worth of train!”

“So would I,” said Gideon from across the room.

—

“You’re the shape-changer, aren’t you?” he said. “Magnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say.”

Tessa swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. They were discordantly human eyes, ordinary in his extraordinary face. “No. No mark.”

He grinned around his fork. “I do suppose they’ve looked everywhere?”

“I’m sure Will’s tried,” said Jessamine in a bored tone. Tessa’s silverware clattered to her plate.

Jessamine, who had been mashing her peas with the side of her knife, looked up when Charlotte let out an aghast, “Jessamine!”

Jessamine shrugged. “Well, he’s like that.”

—

Jem would think she had utterly lost control of herself. No wonder he couldn’t face her at breakfast. She could barely face herself in the mirror.

“Did you hear me?” Will said again, clearly disappointed at the reception of his announcement. “I said I went to an opium den last night.”

Charlotte looked up from her toast. Slowly folded her newspaper, set it on the table beside her, and pushed her reading glasses down her upturned nose. “No,” she said. “That undoubtedly glorious aspect of your recent activities was unknown to us, in fact.”

“So is that where you’ve been all this time?” Jessamine asked listlessly, taking a sugar cube from the bowl and biting into it. “Are you quite a hopeless addict now? They say it takes only one or two doses.”

“It wasn’t really an opium den,” Tessa protested before she could stop herself. “That is to say—they seemed to have more of a trade in magic powders and things like that.”

“So perhaps not an opium den precisely,” said Will, “but still a den. Of vice!” He added, punctuating this last bit by stabbing his finger into the air.

—

Will looked at Jem thoughtfully. “I seem to have woken up with what they call a Monday mouse,” he said, pointing at the bruised skin under his eye. “Any idea where I got it?”

“None.” Jem helped himself to some tea.

“Eggs,” said Henry dreamily, looking at his plate. “I do love eggs. I could eat them all day.”

— 

“You might be surprised to know,” said Will, “that I saw something rather interesting in the opium den.”

“I’m sure you did,” said Charlotte with asperity.

“Was it an egg?” Henry inquired.

—

“Perhaps you should be there when I speak with him,” said Charlotte. “Nominally, you are the head of the Institute—”

“Oh, no,” said Henry with a look of horror.

—

“No, you’re still weighting the point too much—and what do you mean, you don’t like me?” Gabriel demanded, handing her another knife as if by reflex, but his expression was very surprised indeed.

“Well,” Tessa said, sighting along the line of the knife, “you behave as if you dislike me. In fact, you behave as if you dislike us all.”

“I don’t,” Gabriel said. “I just dislike him.” He pointed at Will.

“Dear me,” said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. “Is it because I’m better-looking than you?”

[thereaderbee]

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[fairetaire]

Everyone talks about how unfitting dru and diego relationship would be because of the age difference but what about cecily and gabriel? Cecy was 14 and gabe was 18. I know things were different back then but in shadowhunter society 18 is considered legal age just like how it is now a days. So he was courting a minor...