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hanmegumi · 3 years
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CHRISTMAS IN JULY, DAY 6: HALLOWEEN:
↳ SHADOW AND BONE CHARACTERS as GREEK GODS
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buckybarnesj · 3 years
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BUCKY BARNES’ HOTTEST MOMENTS
15. 69/161 votes | Bucky sitting on a crate with his dogtags out in The Star-Spangled Man [prev]
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youngreckless · 2 years
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“we are all the pieces of what we remember. we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. as long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEM CARSTAIRS
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juliettecxi · 3 years
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"Just come home..."
↳The Folk of The Air by Holly Black
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kitconnor · 3 years
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Out of context Shadow and Bone 2/?
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idrisnnet-archive · 2 years
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IDRISNNET'S HALLOWEEN EVENT: WEEK 1: FREE CHOICE
SPOOKY CHARACTERS: JESSE BLACKTHORN
“But as you have so perspicaciously noted, I am not an ordinary ghost,” said Jesse.
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delilahsbard · 3 years
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𝕋𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕪 | ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝔽𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 | 𝔼𝕞𝕞𝕒 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤
characters belongs to @cassandraclare
(don't repost)
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ninacarstairss · 3 years
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PARABATAI WEEK -> day 2, Will Herondale and Jem Carstairs @carstairgray & @clarys-heosphoros
tw mention of blood
“They really should start sending us after more dangerous demons” Will said, his head turning to look at Jem as he walked up to him, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “They're wasting all our potential.”
Jem grinned back at his parabatai and Will threw his arm around his shoulders as they made their way back to the institute. Charlotte had sent them off on a mission to neutralize some demons on the banks of the river Thames, near Blackfriars bridge. It was a small horde of ravener demons, easy to take down for Jem, Will and Henry.
As soon as they'd defeated the demons Henry ran back to the institute babbling something about a new antidote to the raveners' poison he had to work on, and Jem and Will stayed behind to apply  iratzes where the demons had scratched them and to catch some breath.
“I know you're rather fond of hydra and raum demons, my friend” Jem countered as they walked. “But not all demons can have laughable protuberances.”
“Oh, come on, that hydra demon from two weeks ago had somehow managed to knot two of its necks together and couldn't free itself.” Jem rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but Will cut him off before he could. “I saw you stifle a laugh too, James Carstairs.”
Jem's cheeks flushed pink and Will smirked at him.
Tuned out he really couldn't lie to his parabatai. Jem threw his head back and laughed with Will, then they fell into lighthearted conversation as they closed in on Fleet Street.
The adrenaline of the battle still coursed through them both and Jem only saw the new ravener demon when it was too close to them. His jaw clenched and Will understood and turned with him, a hand going to his sword without hesitation, his senses sharpening again. Jem felt Will move beside him, but the demon took a leap and climbed up the nearest building. Jem threw a dagger at it and severed one of its legs, causing it to fall off the wall, but not hurting it enough to kill it. He lunged forward and sliced a cut on its side as Will slashed another of its legs off, their movements swift and sure, steadied by the strength of the parabatai in battle.
Jem managed to cut the demon's tail and it soon vanished back to its dimension, but before he could see or hear it, another ravener demon crawled up to him from behind, and Will lunged forward to cover him as it attacked.
Everything seemed to happen too fast. Jem saw Will running to him and throwing his blade at the demon, but before he could kill it, the tail reached his chest. Then he saw Will fall on the ground and the world seemed to vanish. He ran to him, slashing at the demon and sending it back to its dimension, but his vision was blackened at the edges and his chest hurt. He kneeled besides his parabatai and took out his stele. Will's blue eyes were closed and his breaths ragged and heavy.
“Will. Will, wake up. Open your eyes!” Jem drew three iratzes on his chest and Will's eyes fluttered open; Jem let out the breath he'd been holding.
“Jem” Will whispered, before a violent cough shook his body. He coughed blood.
Jem drew another iratze on Will's chest but the wound didn't seem to grow any smaller and the blood wouldn't stop flowing. He felt a wave of panic catch hold of him as the pain in his chest widened. He felt heavy and lost, and Will was shutting his eyes again. “Will don't close your eyes, please. Stay with me.”
Jem drew another iratze, then another one, but nothing happened. Will's breathing was slowing and he was loosing too much blood. Jem felt him slipping away. He summoned all the strength he could muster, picked up Will and ran to the institute.
———
Everything in him hurt, and Jem couldn't tell whether it was the aftermath of the battle, the effort of carrying Will, the yin fen low in his blood or Will's own pain getting to him. But he didn't care about his own pain as two Silent Brothers told him that Will's wound was deep, no vital organs were damaged but his situation was delicate.
“Will he recover?” asked Charlotte from beside him.
We cannot know yet. We will come back tomorrow to see that the injury is not infected.
Jem let the words sink in. He couldn't find anything to say or ask.
He walked in the infirmary and as his eyes laid on Will's body, still on the white sheets, his heart skipped several beats. It felt wrong. Will was always moving, always talking, always full of life. Now he laid too still, his face expressionless and his blue eyes shut.
Jem took a deep breath, then he grabbed a chair and sat besides his parabatai. He took one of Will's hands in his and brought it to his lips. “My Will” he whispered against his scarred knuckles.
———
For four days Jem didn't leave Will's side. The Silent Brothers came to check on his parabatai’s injury and they seemed less hopeful every passing day. Charlotte came in too, every day. Jem knew it costed her dearly: he could see the pain and guilt in her eyes, the fear of the knowledge that Will might not wake and that she would have been the one to send him off to his last mission. Jem wished to console her, to reassure her that Will did it to save Jem and he would have done the same for his parabatai, and that Will was stubborn and no one could have stopped him. He wished to tell her not to worry, because his parabatai would open his eyes again. But the words caught on his lips every time he tried to speak them.
Henry, Sophie and Jessamine visited too, but the sight of Will, so silent and still troubled them too. Charlotte brought in food for Jem and pleaded him to eat and go to sleep for a while, she would watch over Will, but Jem couldn't leave and he wasn't hungry.
When the Brother came back on the fourth day Jem only heard their words from a great distance.
We cannot do anything more. Should he not wake in the next 48 hours his condition will worsen.
Jem's breathing hitched. He felt something inside him break as he sat back next to Will. His Will. The other half of his soul.
He felt the thread between them loosen, he had been feeling it for days, but he clung to it like a lifeline. A tear rolled down his cheek as he leaned on and pressed his forehead to Will's, closing his eyes. ���You do not get to leave first” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “You don't get to leave me alone on this earth, Will Herondale. That is not how it was supposed to go.” His voice broke and he let the tears roll down, unable to stop the pain that was invading his heart. Jem took his parabatai's hand and squeezed it hard, willing him to open his eyes, to protest about the tight grip and make one of his witty remarks. “Prove me” he continued, “how truly stubborn you are. Prove me Raziel would truly send you back out of annoyance. Come back to me, Will.”
———
When he opened his eyes the light of morning painted the room in tones of yellow and gold. He didn't remember falling asleep. He shouldn't have fallen asleep.
He turned his head with a swift movement and his breath caught. Will was awake. Strands of dark curls clouded his eyes, open and beautifully blue, his face was still paler than usual but his features were relaxed and his lips curved in a smile. His hand was still clutched in Jem's.
“Oh Will.” Jem surged forward and hugged his parabatai, nuzzling his head in the curve of his neck and burying his hands in his dark hair. He heard Will chuckle and everything in the world and inside him fell back into place.
“Easy, easy” Will said, laughing softly. “I still have a massive gash somewhere around my person, I hear. Let us hope it won't scar my beautiful body too badly.”
Jem drew back and laughed as he apologized, but he stayed close to Will and drank the brilliance of his smile and the light gleaming in his eyes.
Will was finally awake.
“Oh, Will” he repeated, resting a hand on Will's cheek. “I was so worried. I felt– I felt something slitting our bond and I thought– ”
“I know” Will said before he could finish. “I felt it too. And it was worse than the pain of the wound.” He squeezed Jem's hand. “I'm sorry” he said.
“Don't you dare apologize.” Will smiled and dipped his head. “But don't ever do this again, please.”
Will's eyes met his and his parabatai’s smile grew bigger. He nodded firmly and pulled Jem in for another hug.
Jem knew that was a frail promise. Will would throw himself in front of any demon to shield Jem countless times again, if it meant he would save his life. And so would Jem. They would be in that room again, tending to wounds less serious, he hoped, but it would happen. It was the life they’d been given. it was the life they chose.
The words of the parabatai oath echoed in the back of his mind and he thought of how much of a gift and an honour it was to have, and to be, a parabatai, but how much strength it required, too.
And, as he watched the light shine in Will's eyes, he thought that Will had been his strength all along, when he couldn't fight for himself or find hope in the depth of his bones. Will was his heart, and he’d been too close to losing him.
tag list: @cordaisya @im-not-ruined-im-ruination @surrounded-by-exquisite-clutter @stxr-thxif @icycoolslushie @writeforjordelia @gabtapia @fair-childd @clarys-heosphoros (let me know if you want to be added or removed)
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naz-yalensky · 3 years
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"Society wouldn't call them good people, no they wouldn't, after all Matthias helvar is a traitor to drüskelle, a traitor to his own nation, Inej ghafa is a spy who walks on air, kills you in your sleep, jesper fahey is a gambler, a sharpshooter, nina zenik was a spy of the grisha, a dangerous heartrender and wylan van eck is a rich merchant's boy, who hangs out with thieves and thugs and plays with bombs"
"They also have a leader, kaz brekker, right?"
"He is something you have to see with your own eyes, he is something out of this world, the monster you used to fear when you were young, he is all of them and then he is nothing at all"
@kaz-brekker-didnt-need-a-reason @twelve-kinds-of-trouble
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youngreckless · 2 years
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“i could slay with my deadly sense of humor and wicked charm,” said kit.
KIT HERONDALE
tag list: @runecarstairs @my-archerboy @tamaraheartz @romasjuliete @magnus-the-maqnificent @beclynn-herondale @ninacarstairss @khaleesiofalicante @darklingswhxore @imherongraystairstrash
@lucian-evander @shadowhuntertrash @textrovert-01 @justaburningpile @judedxarte @lovelaces @rey-herondale @writeforjordelia @nnazyalensky @our-insentient-touches
@amy-herondale-chase @coffee-fandoms-and-chaos @magnifique1807 @shadowhuntingdemigod @icycoolslushie @kiwichaeng @queen-born-out-of-fire @dark-artifices-only @alexandergideonslightwood @spooky-drusilla
@temperedlikecortana @jxmesfarrow @shadowhunting-hooligans @thewolfnephilim @lvciferschloe @pink-party-dino @hardlymatters @livvyheronstairs @willothewhisper @thelabyrinthofstars
@drunkonimagination @cant-think-of-anything @crazy-beautiful @ddepressedbookworm @gabtapia @zemiraa @chaos-is-my-king @thornschild @dustandshadowsworld @too-many-aspirations
@like-we-are-made-of-starlightt14 @anarchistbitch @mysticstrawberryflower @books-and-wonders @moyadorogayas @radisv @noah-herondale-lightwood @julesblcckthorn
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kitconnor · 3 years
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Out of context Shadow and Bone
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kitconnor · 3 years
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The belief that no matter the odds, somehow they would win.
I won't talk.
-Crooked Kingdom, Leigh Bardugo
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youngreckless · 2 years
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heroes aren't always the ones who win. they're the ones who lose, sometimes. but they keep fighting, they keep coming back. they don't give up. that's what makes them heroes.
CLARISSA ADELE FAIRCHILD
tag list: @runecarstairs @my-archerboy @tamaraheartz @pureheroiines @magnus-the-maqnificent @beclynn-herondale @ninacarstairss @khaleesiofalicante @darklingswhxore @imherongraystairstrash
@lucian-evander @shadowhuntertrash @textrovert-01 @justaburningpile @judedxarte @lovelaces @reyna-herondale @writeforjordelia @nnazyalensky @our-insentient-touches
@amy-herondale-chase @coffee-fandoms-and-chaos @magnifique1807 @shadowhuntingdemigod @icycoolslushie @kiwichaeng @queen-born-out-of-fire @dark-artifices-only @alexandergideonslightwood @adoravel-fenomeno
@temperedlikecortana @carstairrs @shadowhunting-hooligans @thewolfnephilim @lvciferschloe @pink-party-dino @hardlymatters @livvyheronstairs @willothewhisper @thelabyrinthofstars
@drunkonimagination @cant-think-of-anything @crazy-beautiful @ddepressedbookworm @gabtapia @zemiraa @chaos-is-my-king @thornschild @dustandshadowsworld @too-many-aspirations
@like-we-are-made-of-starlightt14 @anarchistbitch @mysticstrawberryflower @books-and-wonders @gorgeous-herondale @radisv @noah-herondale-lightwood
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youngreckless · 2 years
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1K CELEBRATION » MAKE ME CHOOSE: @nnazyalensky ASKED -> DIEGO ROSALES OR CRISTINA ROSALES
↳ “The bad things can't matter more than the good things.”
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youngreckless · 2 years
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1K CELEBRATION » MAKE ME CHOOSE: @shadowhunting-hooligans ASKED -> JEM CARSTAIRS OR ALASTAIR CARSTAIRS
↳ “I never leave the house without my spears.”
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kitconnor · 3 years
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I’m going to get my money, Kaz vowed. And I’m going to get my girl. Inej could never be his, not really, but he would find a way to give her the freedom he’d promised her so long ago.
Dirtyhands had come to see the rough work done.
-Six of Crows, ch. 45, Leigh Bardugo
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