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bi-disaster-kit · 2 years ago
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Zara: My clave thinks of me as a princess.
Emma: why be a princess when Julian treats me like the queen I am?
*Julian and Emma high five*
Ty: Aww. Why can’t we be like that?
Kit (dressed head to toe in Gucci): Because you’re a peasant.
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dragonsandgayships · a year ago
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Alec Lightwood somehow manages to perfectly fit the categories of ‘looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll’, ‘looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you’, ‘looks like he could kill you and could actually kill you’, and ‘looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll’ all at the same time and I think that’s admirable
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cassandraclare · 2 years ago
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Jem Carstairs — a gorgeous portrait by Cassandra Jean for the 10th anniversary edition of Clockwork Angel. I’m posting it in honor of GHOSTS OF THE SHADOW MARKET being out today! Ten linked stories following Jem and others through history, containing two never before published tales: THE LOST WORLD and FOREVER FALLEN. Congrats to all my lovely co-writers, to Jem, and I hope you guys enjoy the tales! 
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cassandraclare · 2 years ago
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snippet: Forever Fallen
“When I learned to fight, I was dying from slow poison,” said Jem. “. . . And I was, yes, still faster than you.” 
Kit laughed. His eyes were Herondale eyes, but his laugh was all his own, mischievous and cynical and a little innocent, despite that. 
“Train with me,” said Kit. 
Jem smiled. 
“What?” Kit asked anxiously. “Do you . . . not want to?” 
“I said that to somebody once,” said Jem. “A long time ago. He did train with me. And now I’ll train you.”
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patrohlus · 3 years ago
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“Why do Shadowhunters always want to talk about feelings? Why can nobody ever be a professional? For your information, I do not have any interest in romance of any kind and never will.”
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theinfernalmemes · a year ago
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Herondale’s with a broken heart:
Magnus: Who is Grace Blackthorn to you?
James:
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Jem: Tiberius is here to see you.
Kit:
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Tessa: Jem and I are to be married.
Will:
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Valentine: Clarissa is your sister.
Jace:
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haechvnie · 2 years ago
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will i ever get over these three and their love for each other? absolutely not
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cassandraclare · 2 years ago
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Land I Lost snippet for Alec’s birthday!
Rafe held up his hands to be carried. Alec swung him up in his arms. Warlock hearts beat differently, and Alec was used to hearing the sound of Magnus and Max’s hearts, infinitely steady and reassuring. It was odd, holding a child with a mortal heartbeat, but Alec was getting used to the new rhythm.
The evening sun was scorching on whitewashed walls of the street they were heading down. Their shadows were long behind them, but the town was still bright, and Alec saw for the first time that it could be lovely.
Occasionally Alec despaired: that the world couldn’t be changed, or even that it wouldn’t change fast enough. He was not immortal, and didn’t want to be, but there were times he was afraid he wouldn’t live long enough, that he’d never have the chance to take Magnus’s hands in front of everyone they loved and make a sacred promise.        
At those times, there was an image Alec held against exhaustion or surrender, a reminder to always keep fighting for that day, for their day.
When he was gone, when he was dust and ashes, Magnus would still be walking through this world. If the world was changed for the better, then that unknowable future would be better for Magnus. Alec could imagine that on some scorching hot day like this, on a strange street in a strange land, Magnus might see something good that reminded him of Alec, some way that the world was changed because Alec had lived. Alec couldn’t imagine what the world would be like then.
But he could imagine, in some faraway future, the face he loved best.
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toka-sketch · 3 months ago
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Finished a new fanart 😊
This time it's the Herongraystairs family! 😆 Because apparently I'm a big supporter of this family and I just want them to have a good time! They deserve this. So have fun with papa Jem and baby girl Mina spending quality time together with Tessa and Kit in the background 😊😊😊
Also I lowkey want to climb into my own drawing... I miss the ocean 😔
(Still working on my background skills 😅)
@cassandraclare
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tyblackthorn · 3 years ago
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She looked at Anna pleadingly. Anna’s breaths were short, and her heart beat a wailing tattoo in her chest. [every exquisite thing, @cassandraclare]
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drublaccthorn · a year ago
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Kit : Church is EVIL!!
Jem : what are you talking about, Kit? Church is a literal angel
Church to Kit :
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cassandraclare · 3 years ago
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The Land I Lost snippet
Another Pride Month Snippet — Magnus, Alec, and their beautiful family. :) In The Land I Lost, coming out in October!
As he spoke, Magnus gave a little sigh and leaned into Alec, one of the small unconscious gestures that meant the most to Alec. It always reminded him of the first day he’d ever touched Magnus: at the time, he’d thought he felt dizzy with relief and joy because he was finally touching someone he wanted to be touched by, when he’d thought he might never have that. 
Now he thought he’d felt that way because it was Magnus: that even then, he’d known. Now the gesture spoke of all the days since the first.  When he felt Magnus relax against him, he felt like he could relax too.Whatever this strange task Jem and Tessa needed him to do, he could do it. Then he would come home.
As Alec fell silent, Chairman Meow made a wild break for freedom from Max’s loving stranglehold, streaking across the floor into Alec and Magnus’s bedroom where Alec suspected he would be hiding under the bed for the rest of the day. Max stared sadly after the cat, then looked up and grinned, his teeth tiny pearls. He toddled past the shimmering pentagram and launched himself at Alec as if he had not seen him for several weeks. Alec always got the same enthusiastic greeting, whether he was back from a trip, back from patrolling, or had simply been in the other room for five minutes.
“Hey, daddy!”
Alec took a knee and opened his arms to scoop Max up. “Hey, my baby.”
He stood with Max curled against his chest, a warm soft bundle of ribbons and round limbs, Max’s gurgling laughter in his ears. When Max was tiny, Alec used to marvel at how neatly his little body fit into the crook of Alec’s arm, as if he’d been made to nestle there. Alec had scarcely been able to imagine Max getting bigger. He needn’t have worried. Whatever size his kid was, he was always a perfect fit for Alec to hold.
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