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deepspacialrift · 4 days ago

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shadowhunter families

this took so long to finish you can see my style changing halfway through lol. it was super fun trying to include subtle family resemblances

artist notes: - ty's eyes are the same color as tessa's - lucie and livvy have the same hair color, while the rest of the brunette blackthorns have tessa’s hair - ash has sebastian’s coloring but clary/jocelyn’s features - alec, anna, and kit have the same blue eyes as will and cecily, but i actually picture kit's eyes to be lighter. i just draw too many blonde haired/blue eyed characters - the blackthorns were the most fun to draw :>

#tsc #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #the infernal devices #the dark artifices #the last hours #im not even gonna try to tag everyone loooool #lightwoods #blackthorns #carstairs #herondales #fairchilds #morgensterns #i would consider a part 2 to pick up some of the stragglers.... simon magnus jessie cristina etc. we'll see #abbarts

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illustratinghan · 6 months ago

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modern day james and cordelia on their morning coffee shop run ☕️ - cordelia always orders a hazelnut cappuccino with extra cocoa powder and james gets his english breakfast tea paired with a pistachio croissant (which he always ends up sharing with cordelia on the way back to curzon street🤭)

characters by the wonderful @cassandraclare 🫶

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bankofwildflowers · 20 days ago

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No but I truly would like to know how Alastair Carstairs lived with himself. Imagine you're this lonely teenager with a sister to protect and a father to be protected from, and you're gay, and imagine your greatest fear is being the cause that your family is ruined. So you get to your school and you're so intensely terrified of being the subject of mockery that you decide to do it to other people before they can dig up things about you, like how it's curious that you flinch at glass breaking or your parents never show up at Academy events. And you...you're GOOD at it. You're skilled at finding out people's secret weaknesses and fears and terrorizing them about it. You see Will Herondale drop off his kid on the first day, and you know he also acted cruel to everyone for his curse, but he never managed to convince the London Institute not to love him because he was just that good of a person to not even manage forced cruelty well. And on the other hand there's you, better at cruelty than Will Herondale, yet no one would ever love you in the capacity he's been loved. So what does that say about you, that you can't even be a good enough person to make cruelty look the obvious falsehood that it is? Are you actually secretly a bad person?

And so you continue on, making everyone despise you, making them dream up a caricature of you so they'll stay ten feet away and never try to get in between the cracks, because the alternative is your family tarnished and cast out forever, your little sister friendless and alone when you know she's capable of being a hero. And you choose her over and over at the cost of so many other children just the same as her. You're all alone and you've built this shell of terribleness around yourself, choosing to be that horrible and being better at it than the poster child for deliberate cruelty, but maybe it's all worth it as long as a little red haired girl grows up happy and faithful and heroic. I'm sick

#the last hours #mine #tlh spoilers #tlh #the last hours tlh #alastair carstairs #carstairs #cordelia carstairs #elias carstairs #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #cassandra clare

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outerspacess · 10 months ago

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I think about this more often than I’d like to admit.

“Whoever you have loved, and however you loved them,” said Jem, “anyone you loved would be lucky.”

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green28go · 8 months ago

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starrieshq · 4 months ago

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You Are In Love [Kitty & Jemma]

just our favorite Blackthorns ranting about their partners :)

Enjoy!!!

“Hey, Jules?”

Julian turned around to face Ty, headphones around his neck, fidgeting with the cord.

“What’s up, Ty?”

He sat down next to him, gray eyes flickering between meeting Julian’s gaze and his unresting hands.

“I just had a question for you.” He said.

Julian nodded, straightening. Ty didn’t love to ask questions, and preferred to figure out the answer for himself. “Alright.”

“How did you know that you were in love with Emma?”

The question took Julian aback. How did he know what love was? What was Ty going on about?

“Why do you ask?” He responded, keeping his voice steady and reassuring.

Ty wrapped the headphone cord around his finger, winding and unwinding it over and over. “Because I don’t know what to label emotions as. I keep feeling…things, but I don’t know what it is.”

Julian nodded, understanding. “I didn’t know that I was in love with Emma straight away. Actually, it took several years for me to realize.” He did a once over of Ty, who’s face looked as expressionless as ever. “But eventually, I started to see signs.” He faintly smiled, recalling old memories. “I always wanted to be with her, to the point where we would eat all our meals together, train together, we’d even sleep in the same bed.” He glanced at Ty, who looked deep in thought.

“She took my breath away. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like my heart had stopped. I adored her laugh, her smile, her carefree and slightly reckless personality that made her Emma, that made her the girl that I’d fallen in love with.” He remembered the days when they were a secret, forbidden from their love. “Eventually, she was all I ever thought of. She consumed my mind. I painted her.” Julian wasn’t even sure if this made sense to Ty, if his rambling about Emma and his blatant adoration of her would tell him anything about love. “I painted her hundreds of times, but every time I did, it was never enough. The shades I used for her hair weren't exactly right, or I couldn’t catch the exact tan she had gained from the Sun.”

Julian looked back at Ty. “That’s what love is to me.”

Ty sat quietly, contemplating.

“Does it hurt?”

After a moment, Julian nodded.

“More than anything.”

Ty absentmindedly stared off, deep in thought.

“Are you in love, Ty?”

Ty’s gaze focused back on Julian.

“I have been.” He said, voice steady. “I’ve been in love and I haven’t known it.”

Julian sat back.

“Tell me about it.”

“Well,” Ty started. “He’s beautiful. His eyes look like the sky on a sunny day, and his hair is the fluffiest that I’ve ever seen.” There was a small smile dancing on his lips. “He’s barely shorter than me, maybe one or two inches. He wears the same jacket all the time, but he always looks breathtaking.” Ty’s face was flushed, recalling his memories with this love. “He’s sharp and witty, but he’s never like that to me. He understands me.” Ty dug his fingers into the denim of his jeans. “He’s kind and funny, and he makes me laugh. And I can’t stop thinking about him.” He admitted. “I haven’t been able to for the past three years.”

Julian, knowing full well who Ty was referring to, gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “I used to see you two together all the time. You two complimented each other so well, it’s hard to explain. He brought out something in you, something that I’d never seen before. It was true joy.” Julian swallowed. “But even further, you brought out something in him, Ty.”

Ty looked at him, bewildered and almost astonished at what Julian was saying.

“He was angry, and scared, and bitter at the world.” Julian said. “You showed him that the world is what you make it.”

“But he’s angry at me.” Ty said fretfully. “We haven’t spoken in forever.”

“Forever is an awful long time.” Julian responded. “I hope it truly isn’t forever.”

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witchlingcirce · 5 months ago

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Emma is often seen as beautiful and extremely attractive. She has brown eyes, long, pale blond hair, wide cheekbones, a pointed chin, and pale skin. As an effect of working extraordinarily hard at her training, her body is strong, tough, and scarred.