#the bronze key

[alex-is-the-king-11111]

"At least were going to die together" hhmmm

[secretly-a-catamount]

Arron’s death turned him from the savior (Constantine) into the sacrificial lamb (Jericho), and turned Call from the boy stuck in his counterweight’s shadow (Jericho) into the monster (Constantine).

[ashpkat]

little calron doodle for tn !!! cant believe its pride month and i havent drawn them yet

[unyieldingwings]

Thoughts while reading the Golden Tower.

Tamara’s parents suck. Like seriously. They fucking suck.

This weird relationship between Call and Tamara is OUT OF PLACE. Where the fuck did that even come from?

CELIA IS A FUCKING BITCH. I HATE HER.

AARON STEWART MY SWEET BOY. I LOVE READING YOUR THOUGHTS.

Jasper is iffy to me now. All his progress before got lost. Idk what to think of him now.

Gwenda is kinda funny.

[tourmalinaer]

did jasper teach them how to mew or something bro

[theenemyod]

Magisterium au where Call never stops suspecting Aaron of being the spy

[captainbrookeworm]

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Thanks to @ampersandthewiz for helping me color the frames, and thanks to him and @herthinkersmanana for voice acting!!!

[constantinemaddeswife]

Tamara: what would YOU do if you were on a date with a girl?

Aaron Stewart, professional gay: uhm. Whatever. Whatever she wants. I guess. Uhm. *gay panic*

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

would love to know what Aaron feels when his soul searches for Calls

[kittytheartist]

Magisterium fandom wake up your nap is over

it's time to go crazy over our gang

[nonbinarychishiyatruther]

calron <3

9Ooo la la~~~~

[alex-is-the-king-11111]

@captain-fishface777 *cutely drops a chandelier on your head*

[secretly-a-catamount]

  Water is eternal. It cannot be created. It cannot be destroyed.

  Water is ancient. It fell from the heavens at the beginning of the world encased in rock, and, once it was freed, drowned the flames and ash. It falls to the earth still, a cycle that cannot be broken, an ouroboros eating its own tail.

  Water is all-encompassing, everywhere. It is present in ever living thing. It seeps into that which is believed to be dead but is not.

  Water births.

  Water sustains.

  Water kills.

  The man walked up the misted dock with an assurance that could only be granted by absolute power; someone who was used to taking what he wanted, the very mountains crumbling beneath his will. His skin was paler than sun-bleached bone, and his hair was the color of burnished gold and fell in tousled waves to his coat collar. He wore black clothing, blacker boots, and a dark gray jacket that accentuated his musculature well, silver buttons neatly fastened through ever hole atop his wrists and up the deceptively delicate, almost swan-like curve of his throat. His blood ran slowly through his veins, each beat of his heart punctured by a wound that would never heal.

  He stopped halfway down the dock, hellfire-green eyes scanning the partially obscured surface of the lake, and spoke.

  “I need you to do something for me.”

  The trees did not answer, gnarled roots and trunks bent, arms burdened with leaves bending down to be swallowed by the water, but the man had not expected them to. The mist did not answer either, but he had not expected it to, anymore than the trees. The wind, faint and weak, running the incorporeal tendrils of its fingers down his neck, didn’t answer, but he had not expected it to anymore than he had the trees and the mist.

  “I said: I need you to do something for me.”

  We heard you the first time, the response came from everywhere and nowhere, a thousand voices speaking as one but slightly overlapping, the angry buzz of bees, the deafening patter of raindrops against a metal roof, the howl of a hurricane, waves crashing against the shore, who are you, to think you can command the Element of Water?

  “I’m the Enemy of Death.”

  A moment of silence, then a loud crack as the end of the dock splintered off, then a thump as a mangled corpse pulled itself from the churning depths and heaved itself onto the splintered end of the dock.

  The mage gasped and staggered back, watching as the animated corpse dragged itself towards him with the nasty scraps of bone against wood, and the wet slaps of wood against rotted flesh. The water, splintered boards, rusted nails, vegetation, and silt, came with it, reconstructed its body as it went.

  By the time the Devoured was erected and whole, the Enemy of Death had composed himself again to the point of neutrality.

  The Devoured smiled like a predator, the vines wrapped around her bones and ruptured flesh acting as muscles and ligaments, her remaining bits of skin splitting at the movement, peeling away from her ruined body. Blood and oil leaked from her empty eye sockets, and her black hair twisted around her form like a shroud. She was vaguely humanoid, vaguely feminine, and vaguely young. She wore the tattered remains of a Golden Year uniform and a Magisterium wristband.

  “Hello, Tamara.”

  Hello, Aaron.

[ashpkat]

why don’t we talk about how traumatized tamara prolly is…. like home girl grew up in a hella strict household where she’s constantly observed and criticized and never enough for her parents, forced to see her older sister turn into fire incarnate and be told to never even say her name anymore, see a talking severed head of a hero she probably worshipped as a kid, then later on she’s forced to pick one of her best friends to live and watch the other die while the other goes to jail, suffer in her grief all alone for essentially six months in an empty dorm room, then watch call start his descent into madness and become obsessed with bringing aaron back, then watch as aaron comes back wrong and empty and call refuses to let him go, then she proceeds to watch call almost die and aaron die again….. fuck dude

[unyieldingwings]

OKAY. I FINALLY FINISHED THE GOLDEN TOWER.

FIRST OF ALL, WHY THE FUCK DID ALASTAIR BECOME THE DEVOURED OF AIR? THAT WAS SO OUT OF POCKET. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL????? Tho it did make me love him more. Dude just loves his son. He just wants him safe and happy.

ALSO. WE HAVE THIS, AND WE STILL GOT CALLXTAMARA?? (WHICH MAKES NO SENSE)

Was this book chaotic as fuck? Yeah. The Assembly still sucks. The Masters still fucking suck (maybe not Rufus).

Was I annotating “what the actual fuckity fuck” in almost every margin? Yeah.

But did I love the entire series? Yeah.

Would I have loved it even more if the last book did not feel rushed? BECAUSE IT DID. Still, yeah.

I still hate Celia. Like fuck her. Also hate motherfucking Colton.

Gwenda is so funny for me.

I hated Jasper because of the gossiping w Celia thing, and being a bully in Iron Trial, but his progress as a person is good for me. I like him again now. Because after everything, he was still there for Call when Call needed it.

JUSTICE FOR ALASTAIR HUNT.

AARON STEWART MY SWEET BABY BOY. I’m glad you have a body again. Lol. If you think about it, Aaron Stewart—Alex Strike. Both have A.S. for initials. It was always meant to be. HAHHAHAHA.

Callum Hunt. You were not my favorite in Iron Trial and Copper Gauntlet, but I liked you in Bronze Trial. I understood you in Silver Mask, and loved you in Golden Tower.

Tamara. WHERE DID THAT RELATIONSHIP COME FROM????? Also, you were annoying to me in Iron Trial and Copper Gauntlet. Liked you in the rest hehe.

MASTER RUFUS, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP SELECTING MAKARS? Also. I love your fucking brain by having Call and Alex/Aaron go through the Final Gate. Nothing could have saved both boys from any sort of suspicion by other Assembly members except for the gate of balance proving they are pure of heart. I hope you told your husband/partner that you’re a mage.

[books-in-a-storm]

My Library📚

The Bronze Key, Cassie Clare & Holly Black