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i was on abreak from tumblr for almost an year becz of academic purposes and i read my old posts again today. this is such a cute place. the fandoms here are so cute. no hate, just little simps sitting cozily with books and novellas and fanarts. SUCH A CUTE PLACE FR😭😭😭

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SoBH was supposed to be about Blackthorn Hall but it's turning out to be Kit's complete transformation into a Herondale

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IT IS THE HERONDALE BLOODLINE

WILL HERONDALE: "I'm cursed"

JAMES HERONDALE:" My father was cured, but me? I'm damned"

JACE HERONDALE:" To love is to destroy and to be loved is the one destroyed"

KIT HERONDALE: "I endanger everyone, just by existing"

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Sorry, I couldn’t resist

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Alastember: Sibling Headcanons

-Sona is going to die in childbirth, but the baby boy will be completely healthy 

-There will then be a debate over who is going to raise him. At this time Cordelia and James are still going through relationship problems, so Alastair is given care of the child. Even if they weren’t, he would’ve insisted on taking the baby because he wouldn’t want Cordelia to have to bear that burden. 

-It turns out Alastair has no clue what to do with a newborn and has a breakdown within the first few weeks. He doesn’t want to ask anyone for help, but Thomas notices that something is off. He assists Alastair as much as he can, but he also lacks knowledge about children. Eventually Thomas convinces him to get Sophie and Gideon’s help. 

-Thomas’s parents are overjoyed to assist with baby Carstairs. They brag about how amazing their grandson is to anyone who will listen. Thomas isn’t at all surprised by their reactions, but Alastair cried the first time he heard them introduce baby Carstairs as their grandson during a party. He never thought he would ever find that much acceptance, let alone from the same people who he slandered at the Academy. 

-Once the baby is around a year old, Alastair and Thomas move into Cirenworth Hall together. Cordelia comes over all the time to visit her brothers. She gets to the play the role of a sibling to baby Carstairs, because Alastair truly is his father in everything but blood. She is always helping him get into mischief and insists that bedtimes don’t have to be listened to. Alastair is exasperated by her bad influence, but he is glad that the baby gets to have someone to act like a sibling with. 

-The Merry Thieves are often over as well. They constantly joke that no one would have ever guessed that Thomas of all people would be the first to have a kid. Matthew and Alastair are civil with each other for Thomas’s sake. Christopher often tries to take baby Carstairs into the lab, which is ultimately stopped by Thomas. 

-While it was nothing like what Alastair expected for the future, he couldn’t have been more glad for the family he has. 

This got a little off topic from the sibling part of the headcanon, but it is what it is. 

@alastair-appreciation-month

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Emma to Cristina

Dear Cristina,

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I realize the message I just sent you probably didn’t make a lick of sense, so after you’ve read it, toss it and read this. I was in kind of a hysterical state when I wrote it — I’ve been wanting to tell you all about what was going on with Mina being kidnapped for days, but I couldn’t. Then, when I could, it all just kind of poured out. Again, sorry!

It was awful not being able to say anything to you about what was happening. I’ve always hated politics, as you know—but however unusual your (and Mark’s) position, the Seelie Court would certainly consider you part of Kieran’s retinue, and we were expressly forbidden from contacting either Court about the fact that Mina was kidnapped right out of her bedroom here at Blackthorn Hall. And we obeyed to the letter.

So, it turned out the person who’d spearheaded the kidnapping was Mother Hawthorn, the nursemaid to the First Heir, who chose to marry a Shadowhunter. She’s had a complicated relationship with Shadowhunters, especially Herondales (who DOESN’T have a complicated relationship with Herondales, I ask you) ever since — and now she was demanding to see Kit if we ever wanted to get Mina back.

Nobody wanted Kit to do it, even though everyone was desperately afraid for Mina. But he was determined. There was no stopping him. So arrangements were made through a bunch of faerie go-betweens for Kit to meet Mother Hawthorn. She had demanded a rendezvous near river water, so we went down to the Promenade in Chiswick. There’s an itty bitty park there, and a little bandstand. We all — me and Julian, Tessa and Jem and Kit — walked down there, pretty quietly and somberly. Tessa kept stroking Kit’s back, and it was clear she was trying not to cry. Jem looked like he wanted to kill someone. Kit just looked determined. And Jules — well, I’ll get to Jules.

We stayed some distance away while Kit crossed the dry grass toward the bandstand. As he approached, Mother Hawthorn came out of the trees, holding Mina, and started walking toward him.

Jules and I both tensed up, in case either Jem or Tessa made a break for the baby. We wouldn’t have blamed them, but we knew they couldn’t be allowed to do it – Kit had to be able to try to get Mina without a violent fight. All I can say is, you can kind of see how much they’ve both been through and endured over all the time they've been alive. They clutched each other’s hands and neither of them moved, even though you could see how desperately they wanted to run to their children. It was an incredible display of control, and heart-breaking too.

Kit and Mother Hawthorn came together in front of the bandstand. Of course we couldn’t hear anything of their conversation, but we could see that Mina immediately put her arms out for Kit. Kit tried to reach for her, but Mother Hawthorn held up a hand. She clearly wouldn’t give her back, and they started arguing. I could tell how angry Kit was, even though he was trying to hold onto control. He kept shaking his head no over and over, almost every time Mother Hawthorn spoke.

Anyway, after a couple of minutes of that, Mother Hawthorn started to laugh. She looked over — she clearly saw us and didn’t care — and snapped her fingers. Kit was flung to the ground; he rolled over and came up on his feet, but by then black vines were whipping up out of the ground, slashing at him, winding around his legs. Mina was screaming so loudly we could hear her.

“That’s enough,” Jem snarled, and started across the street. But Julian put a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait,” he said, and we all stared at him — you know I have utter faith in Julian, but for a moment even I wondered if he’d gone crazy.

And then. Then there was this huge noise. I thought it was a helicopter at first, or maybe a bunch of helicopters, but then I realized no, the sound was stranger than that — it was hooves, beating against the sky. They passed over us and—it was Gwyn and Diana! I mean, it was the whole Wild Hunt, there were a couple dozen of them, some on horses, some on winged creatures I’d never seen before. But in front was Gwyn, with Diana on another horse behind him, her hair streaming out behind her.

Diana swooped down and grabbed Mina right out of Mother Hawthorn’s arms. Gwyn was right behind her, and seized up Mother Hawthorn in one arm—that guy is, uh, pretty strong I guess—and kind of slung her over the back of his horse. It looked pretty dangerous for Mother Hawthorn but you know, not a lot of sympathy for kidnappers here.

Diana swooped (the Wild Hunt does a lot of swooping, as you may recall) over to us, and gently handed Mina off to Jem and Tessa. Then Diana winked at us and rose back into the sky, and she and Gwyn and the whole rest of the Hunt ascended faster than I would have thought possible. I guess they had to get Mother Hawthorn away from us, which made sense. Anyway, they disappeared into the clouds and were gone.

I have to say, Diana’s wink was pretty badass. It made me miss doing badass stuff, a little. I think I’ll take Cortana out back tonight and seriously behead some weeds.

So anyway. Kit was running back toward us, and Tessa was crying in relief and Jem was staring at where the Wild Hunt had disappeared. Mina, of course, was fine. She kept saying, “Horsies!” which was hilarious, and then Kit got there and started fussing over her, and Julian and I stepped away to give the four of them space for their reunion.

Julian had one of those Looks on his face, and I had a hunch. “That was you, right?” I said. “You contacted the Wild Hunt.”

He shrugged. “Mother Hawthorn said not to contact the Seelie and Unseelie Courts, but the Wild Hunt is neither. They don’t swear allegiance to anybody.”

“Neither does Mother Hawthorn,” I said. “So it was like, ‘Wild fey, come get your wild friend, she is getting too wild?’”

“Something like that,” he said, and his voice was casual but I could tell he was pleased with himself. And all right, fine, I was pleased with him too, and I told him so.

On the way back to the house we asked Kit what it was Mother Hawthorn even wanted. He said she wanted to tell him he was the descendent of the first you-know-who (I know Kieran has told you something about Kit’s faerie heritage, but not all of it, and most people don't know) and that she had come to take him to live in Faerie where he belongs. He said he tried to make it clear that he didn’t want to live in Faerie, that he was satisfied with the life he had (although he kind of looked over at Jem and Tessa while he said it and I think satisfied is maybe less embarrassing to say than how he actually feels, which is much better than that). She just kept telling him it was his destiny and his duty, his fate would come for him soon enough if he didn’t bend to it, blah blah faerie stuff, you know how they are. (Uh, no offense if you’re reading this too, Kieran.)

I don’t think he was telling the whole truth, though, because Mother Hawthorn went to a lot of trouble just to send a message like that. I mean she could have put that on a postcard. It wasn’t anything Kit didn’t already know, basically. I am sure there was more she said that Kit didn’t want to share — I could tell from his expression. I hope he’ll tell Jem and Tessa, when he’s ready. At least we can be pretty sure Gwyn will make sure Mother Hawthorn stays away from him  — it’s one less thing to worry about.

That’s about all the news from here, and I’m so relieved to be able to share it with you finally. I guess if Kieran needs more information he should reach out to Gwyn; I’ve told you pretty much all I know.

Take care, and talk to you soon, and love to K and M!

Emma

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the way jace and alec are like little kids in a department store they’re just playing with the random items on the table PLEASE

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HELLO?????

OH MY GOD???????

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Letter from Kieran

To: Julian Blackthorn of Blackthorn Hall

From: The Court of Unseelie

Dear Brother,

It always brings a smile to my face to receive correspondence from Blackthorn Hall, and this occasion is no exception. Mark has communicated to me your question, and I am pleased to answer it, although the answer may not, I am afraid, please you overmuch.

As you know, the borders of Faerie are hazy and irregular, and no man can know how vast its acres, for it flows on to the north, south, east, and west without end. And as you also know, such an expanse may contain within it unknown thousands of denizens, from the smallest sprite on its fairyfly mount, to the grandest ogre who ever ogred down ogre street MARK. STOP IT. Ahem.

My apologies. I stepped away from the composition of this epistle for only a moment and a certain fellow of both our acquaintance has made free with my pen.

As I was saying, Faerie is exceedingly expansive and its inhabitants without number, and so it is very unlikely that I would have knowledge of a stray member of the Folk. I say this not to scold you, but only to lower your expectations, as your question is a bit like my asking you if you knew someone whose only commonality with you is that they also have lived in Los Angeles.

But as it happens, I have lowered your expectations only to make their fulfillment the more gratifying, for I do, in fact, know the phouka of which you speak!

Or rather, I know of him. His name is Socks MacPherson (though very clearly that is not his True Name, for no loving mother of any faerie sort would name a child Socks) and he has some renown in the courts as a milliner. He specializes in hats devised for those whose features may cause difficulty with a normal fit (e.g., horns, cat ears, bat ears, fox ears, hair made of snakes).

Alas, he is allegiant to the Seelie Court, as he holds a royal warrant to produce his wares for the Queen. Because of this, it would be impossible for me to seek out MacPherson for any business beyond the commissioning of a hat, and I do not need a hat, as they do not fit well over crowns.

That said, I believe I can still help you. I will send word to my brother Adaon, and ask him to invite you to the Seelie Court for a friendly meeting. There you will be able to meet with MacPherson himself. I authorize you to offer him a gift which he doubtless accept in exchange for his assistance: one favor from the Unseelie King. (Me.)

I provide this assistance from the bottom of my heart, brother Julian. But I would ask you for a small courtesy in return: that you tell me about your time in the Seelie Court, with all the detail that you think relevant or interesting. I told Mark I would be asking you this, and he became cross with me and suggested I was asking you to act as my spy. Let me be clear that I am in no way asking you to act on behalf of the Unseelie Court or to violate any confidences from your visit that you wish to keep. I would, however, ask you to pay close attention to everything you see and hear, and provide an account to me, especially anything that the Court would prefer to hide.

As always, I remain your obedient servant. Glory to Kraig.

Kieran

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I defy you, shadowhunters. I mock you with my sugar cravings.

First for my minicomics serie: Ty giving Kit his first rune

@cassandraclare

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This. This is the domestic kierark content I’ve been waiting for

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Kieran: I am not asking you to be my spy, but please be my spy

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I authorize you to offer him a gift which he doubtless accept in exchange for his assistance: one favor from the Unseelie King. (Me.)

(In case you forgot.)

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The HAT MAKER is named SOCKS.

The irony is not lost on me.

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“James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell – also, Dumbledore’s still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you could visit, it would cheer him up so much.”  Lily’s letter to Sirius Black, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

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Sirius: Potters, I’m home! Lily: Go. James: Did you tell him something? Lily: Like what? James: Sirius! Thank you for Harry’s birthday present! Lily: Now you… finish your meal first. Harry: ahh Lily: I know.

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he wasn’t waking up because of nightmares anymore.