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Auraline the First Heir
#more of a concept design bc I feel like she should look more otherworldly looking#first twp chapter has me so hyped I need 2026 here now#the shadowhunter chronicles#tsc fanart#the wicked powers#twp#art#artist#artwork#digital art#digital artist#drawing#fanart#digital artwork#book#digital drawing#cassandra clare#the first heir#artist on tumblr#shadowhunters#tlkof#the last king of faerie#tsc#book art#my art#faerie#fantasy
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he is the moment 😩
artists: @cassandrajean, @parcai and @aliceduke
#i love him with my entire being#boy has my heart#[heart eyes]#i believe in kit supremacy#main character moment incoming#did i sit and make this instead of studying#answer: yes i did#no regrets#twp era is coming#(and we are gonna cry)#the first heir#twp#kit herondale#the wicked powers#tsc#twp era#we are entering the danger zone (aka twp era)
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I need to see kit and Catarina interacting actually…
#THE DRAMA#omg like what will she even say to him??#the shadowhunter chronicles#tsc#shadowhunters#cassandra clare#asoiaf#the wicked powers#twp#catarina loss#kit herondale#kit rook#the first heir
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Imagine Kieran is trying to mentor Kit (Ty and/or Mark find out and think it would help)
But Kit takes it so unseriously like:
Kieran: so something you should know about the courts is that although I have the final say as King, my court also has smaller courts/political alliances within it that are often in argument with each other so uniting the people takes a lot—
Kit: *tuning it out* SO I was thinking, I’m willing to start using “thy” and “fair one” as part of my vocabulary, but do I really have to stop swearing? That’ll be a hard one, like will the high fae revolt if I drop an f bomb accidentally?
Kieran: well probably not revolt, but they may be confused at your excessive use of sarcasm as my people can’t lie
Kit: I knew this was going to be impossible! I’m not allowed to be sarcastic?! There goes my personality I guess :( You’re worse than the shadowhunters and their anti-cookie agenda!!!
Kieran: see yeah that, definitely don’t compare us to shadowhunters and try to keep hyperbole to a minimum as well.
Kit: and I thought the shadowhunter training was hard. You’re really putting that into perspective.
Kieran: Ok, May we continue
Kit: yeah sure
Kieran: so as I was saying you have to convince the folk that you have a cause they can unite around, because otherwise—
Kit: Sorry, I have another question
Kieran: Yes?
Kit: Ok so is growing my hair out a requirement? Don’t get me wrong I think it looks cool on Legolas in the movies, I would be open to trying it but I don’t think my boyfriend would like it.
Kieran: *sigh* You can have it whatever length you want. Most fae just don’t cut theres, but mine isn’t super long because of Cristina
Kit: Ohh nice, tell Cristina she’s a great hairdresser
Kieran: I will. Ok SO—
#kieran is trying his best#but kieran is a zillenial too#trying his best#kit herondale#the first heir#kieran kingson#ty blackthorn#mark blackthorn#cristina mendoza rosales#kierarktina#kit x ty#love my gen z faerie kings <3#the wicked powers#tsc#the dark artifices#the shadowhunter chronicles
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Kit
Auraline
#shadowhunter character showdown 2024#shadowhunters#the shadowhunter chronicles#tsc#the dark artifices#tda#the wicked powers#twp#kit herongraystairs#kit herondale#kit rook#auraline#the first heir
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What is it with hags in fantasy books to always gather people around and start telling stories? Like Mother Hawthorne in Ghosts of the Shadow Market; the Thistlewitch; and then Bogdana!
Like they’re these dangerous witches of old and are like: Come kids, story time~~~
#the stolen heir#bogdana#ghosts of the shadow market#the shadowhunters#cassandra clare#tsc#the first heir#kit herondale#jem carstairs#ya literature#ya books#ya lit#ya fiction#queen suren#prince oak#the folk of the air#holly black
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#First Auraline#then Kieran#and Kieran said why one when you can do two#they would have gotten along#kieran hunter#kieran kingson#auraline#the first heir#first heir#unseelie king#roland loss#roland herondale#mark blackthorn#christina rosales#kit herondale#twp#the wicked powers#tda#cassandra clare
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Of Our Own Devices
For @erisweekofficial Day 1: Bargains
Pairing: Reader x Eris
Summary: Desperate to reunite with Lucien since his exile to Spring, you find yourself paying an unexpected price to his older brother.
Warnings: some mentions of death & injury, swearing, spitfire reader and a cunty eris. <3
Word Count: 3.2k
Part Two
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The storm had rolled in with frightening speed.
It was one of the rarer, powerful storms of Autumn. The type that caused the sky to turn to charcoal, produced lightning that illuminated the canopy of fall leaves and made them seem like flickering, live fires.
You stumbled into the dimly lit cabin, drenched from the rain that had come pouring down in sheets. The cabin was one you had never seen before— a hidden refuge of Eris’s that you weren't aware existed. Despite its small size, it was surprisingly beautiful, furnished with deep, velvety fabrics. Eris had pulled you into the home without a word.
Crossing your arms across your chest, you turned to him, watching as he shed his outer layer and hung it on a hook near the door. He moved to the cold, empty fireplace next, and with a flick of his fingers, he summoned a flame from his hand. The flame danced briefly in his palm before he extended it toward the blackened wood in the hearth.
Seconds later, a crackling sound filled the room, bringing the fire to life and filling the space with a warm, golden glow. Eris watched the flames for a moment. Then he stood up, facing you once more.
"You promised me I'd be in Spring by tonight," you said.
Eris tsked, brushing past you as he sat himself on a velvet, red couch. His scent lingered in the air—a smoky, strong aroma. A shiver ran through your body. You attributed the reaction to the influence of the rain on your warm skin.
He didn't bother to meet your eye as he responded. "I promised no such thing. I said I'd take you to Spring tonight."
"Then take me."
He raised a brow and for a moment, you almost expected him to make a childlike comment, a brutish joke about the sentiment those words could hold outside of the context. But he didn't. His eyes, however, told you that he was thinking about it. It was unnerving, how you could read him so well, how years at Lucien's side had come with an unexpected consequence: becoming familiar with his brothers, too.
"It's a storm. Winnowing is risky in this weather," he said smoothly, voice as cool as ever. "I’m not risking both our lives just because you're impatient."
The wind howled outside the cabin, rattling the wooden shutters as you took a deep breath— in through your nose, out through your mouth. The eldest Vanserra noticed the frustration immediately, and your efforts to calm yourself dissipated as a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
“I’m not staying here,” you snapped. “I’ll walk if I have to.”
At first glance, the couch appeared almost pristine, but as the firelight grew and you paid closer attention, you could make out traces of dark grey, black, and brown hairs—the hair of his hounds. The detail settled somewhere inside you. You weren't sure where.
“If you do that, you’ll either die of exposure or run into my father’s men. Either way, not a great plan.”
You froze, your hands tightening around the fabric of your cloak as you grasped your arms, fingernails digging into the material. “So my options are to stay here with you or die?”
He shrugged lazily, but the motion still held a sense of regality to it, an eerily elegant form. It made you even angrier.
“Seems so," he said, a smile forming on his lips. It was as warm and genuine as a snake’s kiss, much like the disarming charm you had come to expect from Eris.
You'd never spent this long with him alone, never needed to manage his calculated gaze or purposely chosen words without the buffer of Lucien. You would've gladly gone your entire immortal life without doing so. But you missed Lucien— your heart ached without him, longed to be near him, to have his laugh echo in your ears. And this was the only way to be with him again, even for a few days.
And Eris knew that. He knew it all. You assumed it was why he bothered to take you in the first place. It gave him the pleasure of knowing he had power– control.
Your blood boiled.
“Are you enjoying this?” You stormed toward him, standing over the couch as he stretched, clearly unbothered by the storm—or your anger. “Trapping me here, knowing I have no choice.”
“Trapping you?” He laughed softly, sitting up slightly to meet your gaze. “You came to me, Vixen. If you want to go, the door’s right there.”
The sound of the wind howling through the trees outside made his offer ring hollow. You struggled to rummage through your thoughts, through the anger, frustration, and disgust that he managed to stir in you.
The stupid, stupid nickname was all you could focus on, now. Memories of a younger you flooded your senses, memories of a younger Eris, one much less rigid, much more open, almost. An Eris you crushed on. You'd never admit the truth to anyone— that the reason you and Lucien had become so close, despite your natural connection, was because once upon a time, he was glued to his older brothers hip. And so you'd glued yourself to Lucien's.
Eventually, the years evened things out, and your feelings flowed from the eldest Vanserra to the kindest one. To Lucien.
Lucien. Your mind reminded you. This was for Lucien. Don't piss Eris off, don't ruin your chances at seeing him again. Don't engage—
"Stop calling me that, you arrogant prick."
Your hands dropped to your sides, instinctively curling into fists as Eris peered at you with a burning, amused stare. His amber eyes gleamed like a predator toying with its prey.
"I see Lucien's absence has impacted your ability to maintain that temper. Those breathing exercises not working well for you?"
Something twisted deep in your gut.
"Now that I think about it, I think I'll take my chances with the storm."
Before you could make a move to leave, Eris was standing, his chest now inches away from you as he peered down at you. You didn't move, then, only straightened your shoulders and met his gaze.
Eris wasn’t the beefy, broad-shouldered type that other males in the court might have been. He didn’t have large, bulging muscles meant to intimidate. Instead, he was a lean kind of strong, with a pointed nose and sharp features that cut through the dim light of the cabin. He exuded a different kind of intimidation, one that stemmed from his inherent authority and the staunchness of his posture. He carried himself like a prince—elegant and commanding, every inch of him a testament to his future role.
Beron was merely keeping the throne warm until Eris was ready to claim it for himself.
"We both know you're not going to do that."
You tightened your fists further. "And why not?"
"Because you aren't stupid, Y/n."
Eris cocked his head, his eyes narrowing as he studied your face with a cold, calculating gaze. His features were sharp and chiseled, the faintest freckles dotting his high cheekbones.
"You're not going to risk losing your chance to see Lucien."
He leaned down and his breath fanned your face, warm and mingling with the scent of cedar and smoke. His eyes danced across your face, moving from holding your gaze to traveling further down, lingering on your lips—on the scowl you wore on them—before he met your eyes again. The fire's flames grew larger, consuming the oxygen in the air that had already seemed to be thinning.
You said nothing as he continued, "Uncurl those fists, take that soaked cloak off, and wait. "
You stayed quiet, taking a deep breath before you stepped to the side, purposefully brushing your shoulder against his broad chest as you moved. Despite your urge to resist him out of spite, you reluctantly removed your cloak and tossed it on the clean floor of the cabin.
Eris scoffed. "Really? Must you act like a child?"
The floorboards cracked as he walked and, faintly, he mumbled something about how his hounds were better mannered. Eris picked up your cloak, dusting it off with a gentle hand before hanging it up next to his own.
"I'm curious," he began, glancing over his shoulder as he walked towards the couch. "Does Lucien know?"
You glared at him. You were growing tired now, the exhaustion of the trip slowly growing deep in your bones.
"What are you talking about?"
Eris smirked, his gaze lingering on you with a knowing glint as he settled back on the couch. "I'm talking about how you're in love with my sweet, sweet little brother."
You stiffened, a wave of emotion crashing over you—cold and awakening, a nauseating mix of embarrassment and fury.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Eris's face remained insufferably composed, a cocky grin playing at his lips. His eyes gleamed with a self-satisfied spark.
"No need to lie. It's just us two here," he purred. "I've always enjoyed how honest we can be with one another. It's why I preferred you over Jesminda."
A sharp, uncontrollable heat seared through every nerve in your body, a wave of anger surging like a wildfire.
"Keep her name out of your mouth."
It felt like a disgrace to have him say it, to hear her name immortalized on the tongue of the brother that allowed her to die. The brother that had killed her, according to Lucien. His sobs still echoed in your mind, the image of a broken male etched into your memory. You'd had only five minutes with him before he fled, five minutes of frenzied packing, desperate promises, and anguished confessions of what his father—and his brothers—had done.
Eris's gaze lingered as he analyzed you.
A beat passed.
Then another.
You were beginning to feel naked, as if he had stripped you of every defense you'd managed to muster around him. You turned away, unable to bear the weight of his stare any longer.
"I didn't kill her. I didn’t help.”
Your face went slack, caught off guard and momentarily confused. You pulled yourself together quickly, straightening your back, hoping he hadn’t noticed your reaction. As you turned a little, your face almost sad now, you could’ve sworn you saw something in his eyes—something akin to regret, maybe even compassion.
Your voice was low, not bothering to hide the sadness, mourning, the raw anger, as you responded.
“I don’t believe you.”
The trace of care in his gaze vanished as he shrugged, the same indifferent gesture he’d made earlier. “Have I ever lied to you?”
You stared at him, taking him in with the same analyzing gaze he'd offered you.
It was strange how alike he and Lucien looked, how alike yet so different all the same. But the longer you stared, the more you began to feel stuck— hypnotized, tempted to walk closer to him, to ask him what it was that went on in his mind, what caused those flickers of emotions you couldn't name across his face.
But another moment passed, and all you could see was a male who Lucien hated, a male who was selfish, who reveled in the pain caused by chaos. Your mind drifted to other rumors and stories you’d heard about him. You settled on one in particular.
"You left an innocent female to die in the woods because she didn't want to mary you. Butchering your brother's lover doesn't seem outside of your past-times."
A cold shift washed over Eris’s face. His disinterested expression hardened into a mask of disappointment, then flared into a simmering anger. It was a contained fury, like a finely tuned flame.
"Don't tell me you believe the lies of Night Court trash. Surely you're smarter than that. I know you are."
"Fuck you," you snarled. "You know nothing about me. I'm not going to let you play some twisted mind games with me. I'm not a doll."
He shook his head. "You are not."
A beat. Then a smirk grew on his lips. "But you are just as pretty as one, if we're still being honest. You're wasted in your one-sided love, Y/n."
You said nothing, turning to walk to the other side of the cabin. The corner held a bookshelf with carefully arranged volumes, a finely crafted wooden table, and a collection of artifacts on the windowsill.
Eris just laughed behind you, a sound so smooth and soothing that it felt sinful against your skin.
You resisted the temptation to snoop, to explore the cabin and bask in the rare vulnerability of the brother who had always captivated you in the most wretched of ways. It felt strange seeing him like this—relaxed, almost at ease— as if simply crossing the threshold of this modest cabin had stripped away the invisible chains and burdens only a prince could bear.
You stayed still and stared out the window, focusing on the sounds of the storm. You hoped that the rain would drown out the sounds of his breathing— sounds that rang too loud in your mind. You didn't want to know why he seemed to do that, why he lingered so deeply in your head.
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The storm raged on for a few more hours.
The time was spent in tense silence—at least for you. Eris remained on the couch, reading through a novel about the history of the continent. You would've never thought him to enjoy such a thing, to want to know about those outside of his court, of mortals, humans, no less.
And when the rain finally stopped, he rose wordlessly. With a brief gesture toward your cloak, he led you out, winnowing you the rest of the way in silence.
When you finally reached the border of Spring, a wave of relief washed over you.
The vibrant greens of the new season were almost blinding after the gloom of the storm. You took a step forward, eager to escape the tension that had gripped you for hours. You'd be with Lucien soon, be able to hug him, to tell him of all the things he'd missed in your life since his exile.
But before you could move any further, Eris's hand closed around your arm. You turned to him with a glare, meeting his glowing gaze and infuriatingly calm smile.
“Are we forgetting payment?”
You strengthened your glare, gritting your teeth before you pulled yourself out of his grasp, reaching for the small bag hidden within your layers.
Eris stopped you with a casual wave. “I don’t want your money.”
You stiffened, straightening your posture. The sounds of Spring echoed behind you, their vibrant melodies almost taunting as you lingered on the border. Eris’s smile shifted into a smirk, his eyes glinting with something dangerous, something that made you swallow instinctively.
“I’m surprised you didn’t ask sooner.”
You thought back to how he had offered to take you to Lucien, how this entire arrangement had been his idea. You should've held back, should've been more wary of his motives. But you'd been too excited, been too blinded by the joy of being with Lucien once more.
“What do you want, Eris?”
He took a moment to take you in fully, eyes scanning you from head to toe, and then he took a small step back.
“A bargain,” he finally said.
“A bargain?”
He nodded. “You will not tell Lucien it was me who brought you here.”
You frowned, a crease forming between your brows as you blinked at the male before you. Perhaps you'd heard him wrong. “What?”
“If he asks, you’ll say you bought off a hunter in Autumn, a mercenary. Whatever you’d like,” Eris continued.
You drew your brows tighter.
“I thought you'd want to revel in the fact that he might somehow owe you. Prove your power, even."
Eris shrugged nonchalantly. “Then maybe you don’t know me as well as you’d like to think.”
He extended his hand, his palm open and the gleam of his ring-clad fingers catching the light. You hesitated for a moment, body still stiff with unease, with confusion.
You scanned his face. Eris loved played games. This was no different. There was no point in reading into it. So you rolled your eyes and prepared to shake on it, reaching for his hand. He pulled it slightly out of reach.
“What now?” You groaned.
He hummed in amusement.
“And when I come to get you to return to Autumn, I want your help.”
You raised a brow. “My help?” you asked, incredulously. "How the hell would I ever be able to help you?"
Your family had no title, no powers beyond a tame ability to fight and heal. You survived in Autumn because you were ordinary—and ordinary meant no one looked for you. Noticed you.
“I want to call in a favor,” he clarified.
“What favor?"
"We'll see," Eris said with a smile and a tilt of his head. “I think you could help me out dearly."
You let his words settle for a moment. His eyes, glistening with a dangerous glow, seemed to hold something predatory, something that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. There must've been an underlying threat in his proposition, something sinister you had yet to notice. After all, he was a male known for his ruthlessness—
You stiffened.
He was a male. There was one easy way for males to assert their dominance, to gain pleasure, to accept payment.
You took a step back instinctively and Eris’s gaze tracked your movement before returning to meet your eyes. A shadow flickered in his eyes, reminiscent of the dark, unsettlingly soft gleam you’d seen in his cabin when he first glimpsed your saddened expression. Seconds later, his face shifted to one of mild amusement. He rolled his eyes with an empty chuckle.
“Settle yourself, Y/n. Not that kind of favor. I can bed females without resorting to bargaining for their affections,” he said, his tone dripping with condescension.
A flush of embarrassment crept up your cheeks. You looked to the ground for a moment, taking a deep breath as you regained your composure. When you finally met his gaze again, he was already extending his hand towards you once more.
“A favor in the future in exchange for this time with Lucien,” he purred smoothly. “And your silence. Consider it our little secret.”
The smirk that grew on his lips was maddening and you could feel the heat of his gaze, the flickering fire of his amber eyes urging you to comply. Every instinct told you that binding yourself to him was a terrible idea.
You glanced back over your shoulder, looking to the green, sunny expanse behind you. Lucien was there, somewhere amongst the greenery, and with a simple bargain you'd be with him again.
Without a second thought, you turned back to Eris and took his hand.
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happy eris week yall!!! rising from the dead specifically to post this lol, i fear i love this pairing so lets see if i decide i wanna write anything else for them. thank you for reading!! (i miss writing so so so much)
i might make this into a miniseries, so lmk if you’d like
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they really put alicent in bridgerton blue on the reunion and genuinely expected me to think that she didn’t in fact march all the way to dragonstone to get wifed up? bfr
#I am only a girl living in a society#I make connections#she looks so pretty in blue though I want more#also you’re telling me that rhaenyra saw her walk in all cute looking to not completely crumble at the sight of her?#like my girl got all dolled up for you do something#rhaenyra IS a puppy dog when it comes to those bambi eyes shut up#Alicent was like you think you want her? I’m the love of your life you moron#and rhaenyra is like I KNOW#like she’s been trying to get the other woman to realize that very thing for the last 15+ years#and alicent’s all heartbroken like oh so you’re taking her to wife#and rhaenyra is like nO? WHAT?? all dumb and speechless cause jealous alicent was definitely not on her bingo card this year#whilst also having her own mental breakdown#because how on earth is she meant to explain this to her councel#or jace for that matter#that sure was goint to be a fun future conversation to have with her heir#but also Alicent just strutted into the room and started acting like a scorned wife?#which left rhaenyra feeling like the asshole parent who stopped paying for child support after the divorce#but also she never wanted a divorce in the first place?? and alicent doesn’t seem to get this?#like she’s already figuring out how to most efficiently empty daemon’s chambers for the woman to move in permanently#but alicent’s still yapping off about not having a place in court anymore and fleeing across the sea#and rhaenyra can’t help the bitter taste in her mouth as she states how that ship came in a little too late for them and it is messyyyy#hotd leaks#house of the dragon leaks#hotd spoilers#house of the dragon#house of the dragon spoilers#rhaenicent#alicent hightower#rhaenyra targaryen#bridgerton
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swordtember 2023: queen, king, royal heir, royal guard, enchanter
#swordtember#swordtember 2023#agh!! one day late. but. consider this: _only_ one day late#could've been more aswell😭😂#so far i've mostly not based these on any ocs but the first three here are kinda insp. by my sister's and my skyrim charas#the queen being their Ruis; the king my Reino; and the royal heir their Karla#(just vibes bc i didn't have anything in mind prior to happening to think of them)
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Part 1: Auraline and the Seelie Queen
#the ghost of Auraline herself came to me and told me to get to work#I’ve been wanting to do this for so long it’s finally out 🙏#auraline#the first heir#the wicked powers#the shadowhunter chronicles#seelie queen#tsc fanart#tsc#art#artist#artwork#digital art#digital artist#drawing#fanart#digital artwork#book#digital drawing#cassandra clare#faerie#the last king of faerie#shadowhunters#artist on tumblr#book fanart#fantasy#twp#art on tumblr#artists on tumblr#book art
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i’m so desperate for a scene where part of the twp gang has to separate but ty just downright refuses to split from kit bc he needs to protect him
#i want the “i’m not leaving you” scene so freaking badly u don’t understand#like imagine they try to separate them but ty's like hell no my baby is being hunted and i'm not leaving his side PLEASE#YOU CAN'T SEPARATE MAGNETS WHICH CLICK INTO PLACE ONLY WITH EACH OTHER :'(((#but seriously it's like borderline insane how much i need this#i would scream so loud if we got this#IM BEGGING U CASSIE#ty blackthorn#kit herondale#kit x ty#kitty#the first heir#the last king of faerie#the wicked powers#tlkof#twp#tsc
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i've read so many fics and seen so many posts where people talk about what jon snow's birth name should be. "no it's NOT aegon that's stupid" "what if it's aemon after the maester" "what about daemon lol?" "what about jaehaerys cause they're both j names" "but what if it IS aegon??"
well have you considered the funniest possible thing lyanna could have named her child:
jacaerys.
#LISTEN#questionable legitimacy#a union of valyrian blood and the first men#has strong ties to house stark#dark hair despite the valyrian blood#both of them die young ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#has a younger brother everyone thought dead but wasn't#his trueborn siblings didnt look like him (arya excluded)#possible heir to the throne#a slightly older male relative named aegon has a better but still questionable claim to the throne#valyrian parent's younger siblings' lives are ruined by asshole granddad king#if it's canon#it would be SO FUNNY#house of the dragon#hotd#game of thrones#a song of ice and fire#jon snow#jacaerys targaryen#jacaerys velaryon
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Dru + Kit scene in TWP
Dru: EWW STOP THAT
Kit: I JUST KISSED HIS FOREHEAD!
Dru: yeah but your kissing my BROTHER, that’s gross
Kit: hey you’re one to talk!
Dru: excuse me?!!
Kit: I walked in on you full on KISSING MY GREAT UNCLE
Dru: oh PLEASE it’s not the same
Kit: you’re right it’s worse, you kissing my GREAT UNCLE
Dru: I SWEAR TO THE ANGEL IF YOU DON’T STOP CALLING HIM THAT—
Kit: What?? You think it sounds weird that your dating Great Uncle Ash? Maybe bc it is!!
Dru: He’s not your great Uncle!! And anyway you don’t even know him that well
Kit: fine be in denial if you want, I’m just saying it’s ok for you to be with my great uncle, as long as I can be with your brother
Dru: this is not at all the same!!
Kit: what can I say your family has a thing for my bloodline 😌
Dru: I—
#kit herondale#dru blackthorn#ty blackthorn#ash morgenstern#mark blackthorn#kieran kingson#the first heir#the wicked powers#the dark artifices#kit x ty#morgenthorn#the last king of faerie#the shadowhunter chronicles
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Camille
Auraline
#shadowhunter character showdown 2024#shadowhunters#the shadowhunter chronicles#tsc#the dark artifices#tda#the wicked powers#twp#the mortal instruments#tmi#tid#the infernal devices#camille belcourt#auraline#the first heir
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Devon
#dark rise#dark heir#cs pacat#Devon#first attempt doodle#grumpy boi#aka Horse#aka Pony Boy#dranka art
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