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[toast-com]

The 4 Seasonal High Lords, and the 4 Base Elements: A ramble. (Keep in mind, I know nothing about alchemy, I like the symbols and what elements they represent.).

If you think about it, the four alchemical elements (Earth, Fire, Water, and Air) and the colors they represent, fit with the Seasonal High Lords.

The Base Element of Earth: Represented by the color green. Air is the opposite of Earth. This is the element that I feel represents Tamlin.

The Base Element of Fire: Represented by the color red. Water is the opposite of Fire. This is the element that I feel represents Eris.

The Base Element of Water: Represented by the color blue. Fire is the opposite of Water. This is the element that I feel represents Tarquin.

The Base Element of Air: Represented by the color white. Earth is the opposite of Air. This is the element that I feel represents Kallias.

Where am I going with this? This all supports my Tartamriskal, also known as the Seasons Squad poly ship agenda.

[oftheridge-a]

“he’s a braw wee lad, to be sure—“ jamie’s voice is thick, almost embarrassingly so, as he cups the small babe’s head in the palm of his hand. the boy’s eyes are closed, his lips pressing together in his sleep. jamie’s fingers shift just slightly, enough that the tufts of red hair run through them as smooth as silk. the tiny body is warm in his arms, and he ducks his head to press a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

he hadn’t been prepared for any of it — for helping brianna through her labor, for being there while she had given birth… but he’d not change it for the world. to see his daughter bring life into the world, to be there for her in a moment when she needed him the most? it makes his eyes fill just thinking of it.

“have ye thought of what ye’ll call him yet?” jamie walks carefully over to the bedside, where brianna lays, and sinks down to sit in the chair alongside the bed. the baby doesn’t stir as he adjusts his arms, bringing the wee one closer to him. jamie’s fingers trace over tiny body, the pale skin of the baby’s arm, and then to the impossibly small form of his hand.

the fingers, smaller than anything jamie’s ever seen, close slightly around jamie’s thumb, and an involuntary noise leaves his throat. “och— christ—”

@immuto / in thiS HOUSE WE IGNORE THE SHOW

[takeseffort]

Jones. ( @immuto ) 

There’s a nonchalant shrug that he deems as a reasonable answer and Jughead smirks as he watches Alec eye the glass in his hands, laughter bubbling past his lips. ‘Could be, could not be. Who knows?’ Jughead takes a drink of his own glass and flashes Alec a playful smile, nodding towards the glass. ‘Come on Shadowhunter, live a little. Be adventurous. You can’t date a bartender and not enjoy yourself from time to time.’

     he should have known better. in all the time he’s spent hiding out with the other between missions, he should have known the other was going to finally find a way to slip him alcohol. he really should have seen this coming, & he can’t bring himself to be remotely surprised. ‘ I have a name, ’ he smirks, nudging the other pointedly. ‘ remember it, and I might actually take you up on it. or have you forgotten despite all the dates we’ve never actually managed to go out on? ’ he offers with a smirk, tapping his fingers against the glass. 

[idumean-archive]

Babes you should be following;:

hcredis

sxgitta

inkfated

erchommai

stcrmbreakr

voxlilium

iilmagnifico

ofangelicblood

immuto

j'adore.

[awhitedaffodil]

@immuto [x]

His hair turned the color of a stormy sea as she spoke, mismatched eyes staying on her. He wondered if perhaps he had not worded it well enough for her to understand what he meant.  Such was how talking about the future when you could not lie went though, you had to be poetic and only address things you were unsure of in ways that didn’t make it a promise. “Cristina,” he paused, considering his words more carefully this time, “I will most likely outlive you. I only meant that after what could be a century or two without you when I die I will be glad to be reunited with you again,” there was a grim acceptance in his voice, this was something he had already come to terms with on his own. “I do agree with you about life however.”

[murios-archive]

          ❛  it’s  just  ------  ❜     clary takes a deep breath,  eyes averted,  knowing that what’s about to come out of her mouth is a lie,   but a necessary one.   she thinks  ------  maybe  if she can pretend,  and pretend  really  well,  he’ll stop looking at her like  that,  and then this will all be easier.   maybe if she can make  him  think  she feels differently,  then she won’t have to try so hard to stop looking for him every time she enters a room.  maybe  ---  maybe his  willpower  is stronger than hers.   ❛   ------  it’s  just  that  i   don’t  know  you,  jace.  i  don’t  know  you  any  better  than  i  did  a  few  weeks  ago,  and  that’s  a  little  scary.  ❜    //  @immuto   ⟨ !! ⟩

[harbingerofdebauchery]

"You must be the new bartender."

Pandemonium wasn't something he'd ever give up. Even during his time as the High Warlock of Brooklyn he kept ownership of the club. How could he give up something that he enjoyed? He couldn't and now that he was nothing more than a mundane it was the only thing that gave him a sense of purpose. It wasn't easy to walk around the club and know that it was full of mundanes and downworlders alike. Only a few weeks ago he'd been one of them. Now, though — he didn't blame Alexander. Magnus could see the guilt on his face and knew the blame landed on him. He should've known long before the truth came to the surface. But all of that aside, he knew he needed to meet with his newest employee and find out how he was handling things on one of their busiest nights.

"Fix me whatever your specialty is."

@immuto

[echoerthei-archive]

@immuto

Eyes are stuck on a sight of two redheads conversing on a bench outside a little shop. The one she recognizes as her husband, but the other is a face from another time, another setting, and a face she never thought she would get the chance to ever see again. Tears well up in her eyes while the rest of her body freezes and her basket feels to heavy to carry a moment longer. It falls, some of its contents falling out onto the muddy road. “Br-Brianna?” Like she wouldn’t know, even against the backdrop and costumes of the 1760′s. The corner of her lips twitch, hesitating before embracing the smile. 

She runs to her, basket forgotten and skirts gathered. Fingernails gently run over held back red curls and she looks over her face. That’s her daughter all right. That’s her Bree. She even feels herself wishing she was young enough still to count her toes Ten fingers, ten toes. Arms wrap tight around her. She kisses the side of her daughter’s head. “I thought I’d never --.” She cuts herself off. She can already feel the questions coming up. Two hundred years and an ocean was an awfully long travel just for a casual visit. There were no guarantees she could come back. And if it was just a visit, how could she say goodbye again? How could Jamie, who had been robbed of every opportunity to raise his own children?