#'jules. my artist. my dreamer. hold him up to the light and he would shine a dozen different colors. all he cares about is his art and-

[garvalhaminho]

i have to admit i think about mark blackthorn in "tales from the shadowhunter academy" at least once a week

[theshadowmalec]

“Just tell me if Aline is helping with the younger ones,” said Mark, his voice growing sharper. “Helen cannot do it all by herself, and Julian will not be able to help her!” His voice softened again. “Julian,” he said. “Jules. My artist, my dreamer. Hold him up to the light and he would shine a dozen different colors. All he cares about is his art and his Emma. He will try to help Helen, of course, but he is still so young. They are so young and so easily lost. I know what I am saying, Shadowhunter. In the land under the hill we prey on the tender and new-hearted. And they never grow old, with us. They never have the chance.”

“Oh, Mark Blackthorn, what are they doing to you?” Simon whispered.

He could not keep the pity out of his voice, and he saw it sting Mark: the slow flush that rose to his thin cheeks, and the way he lifted his chin, holding his head high.

Mark said: “Nothing I cannot bear.”

[my-lady-of-roses]

“Julian,” he said. “Jules. My artist, my dreamer. Hold him up to the light and he would shine a dozen different colors.”

[inkandstories]

His voice softened again. “Julian,” he said. “Jules. My artist, my dreamer. Hold him up to the light and he would shine a dozen different colors. All he cares about is his art and his Emma.

Tales From The Shadowhunter Academy, Book 7: Bitter Of Tongue

[mr-rainbowrits-blog]

The Dark Artifices → favorite couples

emma carstairs x julian blackthorn: blackstairs

“Jules. My artist, my dreamer. Hold him up to the light and he would shine a dozen different colors. All he cares about is his art and his Emma.”

mark blackthorn x kieran of the hunt: kierark

“Mark couldn’t stop his hands: The shape of Kieran’s shoulder was like the rise of hills, his hair soft and dark as clouds; his eyes were stars and his body moved under Mark’s like the rush of a waterfall no human eye had ever seen. He was starlight and strangeness and freedom. He was a hundred arrows loosed from a hundred bows at the same time.”

kit herondale x ty blackthorn: kitty

“Whisper would be one of mine, too,” said Kit. He took a step toward Ty, touched his shoulder gently. “Cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns.” “Blackthorns,” said Ty, with a dazzling smile, and Kit knew, in that instant, that whatever he’d been telling himself about running away for the past few days had been a lie.”

[feysandherondale]

Helen, Julian, Livia, Tiberius, Drusilla, Octavian. And Emma.

Sweet Helen. My father used to tell stories about Helen of Troy. She was born from an egg, and the most beautiful woman in the world.

There is nothing wrong with ty, but he is different, and the clave hate all that is different. They will try to punish him for being who he is. They would punish a star for burning.

Livvy would walk over hot coals and hissing serpents for ty, but she is as young as he is.

And then there’s tavvy. He’s the littlest thing. They let me hold him, the day he was born, and his head fit into the palm of my hand. I can still feel the weight there, even when I can’t grasp his name. I held him and I knew I had to support his head: that he was mine to support and protect

Dru learns everything by heart, and she had the sweetest heart of all of us. I hope her memories of me stay sweet.

Jules. My artist, my dreamer. Hold him up to the light and he would shine a dozen different colours. All he cares about is his art and his Emma.

-Mark Blackthorn, Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy

[her-eyes-wide-open-blog]

“There is nothing wrong with Ty, but he is different, and the Clave hates all that is different. They will try to punish him, for being who he is. They would punish a star for burning.”

“Jules. My artist, my dreamer. Hold him up to the light and he would shine a dozen different colors. All he cares about is his art and his Emma.”