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This is amazing.

Tessa Gray trough the years

Amazing art by Palnk

Remember when Jem and Tessa drugged Simon and Clary? Ah good times

times are tough and I’m missing him (julian atticus blackthorn)

Will the biggest Carstairs stan since 1873

Or it's James. He was extremely concerned with Matthew's drinking, the annoyed shake may be him being annoyed at them for dredging up memories of his parabatai or may even be him sobbing or dry-heaving at Matthew's name, he was bound to Grace since childhood, Lucie risked herself for Jesse Blackthorn, he could easily recognise Alastair's dagger and to Cordelia and Alastair, Cirenworth was the home of the Carstairs. Also the wine flask may remind him of what Cordelia suffered due to Elias. He is also mentioned in the Bane Chronicles, The tales of the Shadowhunter Academy and in the epilogue of the TID series. His ring (a silver band with herons) was also given to Jace and Jace gave it to Kit. Also he was mentioned by Tessa and Clary in the epilogue of a City of Heavenly Fire.

GUYS IT COULD BE RISA OR SONA

DISLIKES MATTHEW ( Risa does, Sona could after Cordelia ran away with him) ✅

Has something to do with Alastair ✅

How Jace felt in COB, COA, and part of COG And Will in CA, CP1 and CP2

You mean Jem and Will

Is the John-Francesca-Michael storyline similar to the Will-Tessa-Jem storyline? Cause I would not like to go through that again.

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boxes of clementines | w. herondale

will herondale x fem reader, no mention of shadowhunter stuff, established relationship, husband!will, fluff!!!! so much fluff!!!!, cross posted on ao3 under @/kvohru

‘There are boxes of clementines in the kitchen and the thing is that I love you again.’ — Alessia Di Cesare, The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines

Despite it being a December morning, it was surprisingly warm in your home— for a wintry London day's standards, that is. The sun was up, for one thing, its delicate rays filtering through the clouds and into your kitchen.

Perhaps it's the fact that you live in the countryside? you thought idly as you put away your groceries. Maybe that's why it was sunnier today? Well, regardless, your warm friend was still a welcome guest any day.

Seeing as how it was the weekend today, neither you nor Will had work, so you took it as a chance to get caught up on some housekeeping chores like groceries and such. Well, you had been out getting groceries while Will—who was set to return by the afternoon—was out doing… other things. (He was out replacing something or the other, you weren't quite focusing when he had told you about it the other day.)

And so you went on, adopting a tranquil rhythm, sorting boxes into cupboards and washing all the fresh produce you'd bought. Apples, strawberries and cucumbers were left to soak in the sink while the boxes of clementines were left on the kitchen counters.

You let out a contented sigh. It was a good morning.

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It was well past the afternoon when Will was walking up the stone walkway to the quaint countryside home. In fact, the sun was already starting to set by then, the pale blue sky quickly turning a warm orange instead.

He trudged up the steps to the front porch, adjusting the large bouquet in his hands; a brilliant arrangement of flowers that he didn't think twice about buying when he passed by that florist he often frequented for you.

He shifted the bags he was carrying along with said bouquet to his other arm, freeing up his right to dig into his coat pocket for the keys. “Cariad?” he called as he walked in, toeing his shoes off and placing them neatly beside the door.

It was a few seconds before your reply, which came in form of a Hm?, could be heard. He set all the bags down. A few more seconds where he could hear your feet padding across the wooden floors before you finally, finally, came into view.

“Will!” After all these years, you still had a way of seeming utterly excited when seeing him. I mean, he could practically see the almost cartoonish glimmer in your eyes from across the room.

“Hey, darling,” he greeted gently, his whole body instantly relaxing at the sight of you. It was as if simply being around you worked all the knots from his shoulders and eased all his muscles.

The smile wholly transformed your face at the sound of the term of endearment, the corners of your eyes crinkling adorably and your lips splitting instantly into a wide smile.

The setting sun cast long shadows on the ground, the slanting rays giving a warm orange tinge to the earth, the sky and everything in between.

Your eyes finally left his face and travelled down to his body, where you finally spotted the bouquet balanced on his elbow. He had thought it'd be the first thing you'd notice when he walked in, seeing as how it was almost as big as his torso, but you hadn't.

You'd been too transfixed on his face, on him, to notice anything else.

Your face instantly softened, an almost infinitesimal shift in your expression that would've been impossible to notice if it were anyone else looking at you. But Will noticed. He always did.

It was like it was happening in slow motion, that change in your expression. From the previous childlike joy at seeing your husband to the look of pure, unadulterated love in your eyes.

“Oh, darling,” you breathed, almost to yourself, as you walked closer. You gingerly plucked the bouquet out of his arm, instantly pulling it up to your face to smell it. It really was a gorgeous arrangement; from the roses to the carnations to the peonies, and the tiny pieces of baby's breath sprinkled throughout.

And the part that made it all the more precious to you was that you knew Will had taken time out of his day to put it together. You knew it wasn't prearranged, and the image of your husband standing at the florist and meticulously putting together an assortment of flowers for you warmed your heart to an immeasurable degree.

“Will,” you breathed again, and… were you getting teary-eyed? You looked up at him, and yep, those were definitely tears lining your waterline. He couldn't help the corner of his mouth lifting at the sight. “They're so beautiful. You're so beautiful. Thank you so much. I love you.”

You were gushing your praises and gratitude now, and it wouldn't be long before—

“Wait,” you mumbled, a look of realisation (which looked more like horror than anything) falling over your face. You whipped your head around, your ponytail smacking him in the chest from the force of the motion.

He barely contained his amused scoff. You were and would always be incredibly and adorably predictable. Not to mention incredibly easy to read, too.

“No occasion,” he said, interrupting your Oh No Did I Miss An Important Date?™ scanning-over-the-calendar routine. You let out an audible sigh of relief, your whole body slumping forward with the motion, and this time Will couldn't hold back the smug grin.

You set the bouquet down and looked at him, suspicious despite your relief. He could practically hear the question in your gaze (refer back to what I said about you being incredibly easy to read), and he was sure it went something like this: A bouquet this big for no reason?

He sighed dramatically and leaned closer, his voice taking on that classic teasing lilt of his, “What? Can't a man surprise his wife with flowers in peace?”

“But why?” you insisted quietly. Clearly, you were incredibly worried you'd somehow forgotten about an important date. Because what if you had and Will, being the ever so gracious (debatable) man that he was, didn't want to embarrass you by reminding you?

“Just because.”

“But it's so big.” Your worried gaze met his, and his grin split even wider.

“Not the only big thing I can—”

You smacked him lightly on the arm to shut him up. “Come on!” he complained, forever the melodramatic man that he was, “You practically walked into that one!”

You rolled your eyes, but the gesture held absolutely no heat, especially not when you were smiling despite yourself. “Thank you,” you said sincerely, rising up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, and hoping he could sense the extent of your gratitude in that kiss.

“Of course, my love,” he murmured softly between kisses, the teasing leaving his voice entirely and being replaced by an insurmountable amount of love.

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A while later, after he had changed and joined you back in the kitchen, the two of you could be found sitting at the kitchen island, sharing a clementine.

Tessa and Will dancing

(Quick sketch)

Tessa and Baby James

(Or Mina if you want)

I have a question as Kit was adopted by Jem and Jem is a Carstairs, does that mean that « Kit became a Carstairs » and can use Cortana ?

(I'm not talking about Kit as a Cortana carrier but that at one point he is in danger and Cortana appears to give him help because he is a « Carstairs »)

you are the only one reading the detrition 😭😭😭 because the other people who we republish talk about Kit as a carrier while I had made it clear that I was not talking about Kit as a Cortana carrier 😭😭😭

so thank you very much for reading the detrition 😭😭😭 it took me 1h25 to have done it to try to be precise on things 😭😭😭

I have a question as Kit was adopted by Jem and Jem is a Carstairs, does that mean that « Kit became a Carstairs » and can use Cortana ?

(I'm not talking about Kit as a Cortana carrier but that at one point he is in danger and Cortana appears to give him help because he is a « Carstairs »)

Hello I had a question “can we steal Jessamine’s parasol? and if so will Jessamine stay at the London institute” because my friend thinks «yes we can steal her parasol and she will stay at the London institute because Jessamine's ghost is not attached to the shadow but to her doll's house because she had broken her first parasol and her current parasol, she had not yet had a strong enough line to be attached to the parasol»

thank you for answering it's for fanfiction

English: Me: What is Jesse's age at the start of the last hours? My friend: I don't know but he's probably 17 because like Lucie is 16 and he's flirting with her We who go to the wiki to find out his age in the last few hours and discover that he is between 24/25 years old while Lucie is between 16/17 years old: My friend:Ok but since he died at 17 then it’s okay Me:He continued to live 7 years like a ghost so he lived 25 years but he flirts with a 16/17 year old girl

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French:

Moi:Quel est l'âge de Jesse au début les dernières heures ? Mon amie:Je ne sais pas mais il a surement 17 ans comme Lucie a 16 ans et qu'il la drague Nous qui allons sur le wiki pour connaître son âge dans les dernières heures et qu'on découvre qu'il a entre 24/25 ans alors que Lucie a entre 16/17 ans : Mon amie:Ok mais comme il est mort à 17 ans, ça passe Moi:Il a continué à vivre 7 ans comme un fantôme donc il a vécu 25 ans mais il drague une fille de 16/17 ans

Hi I had a question for you, if Jonathan/Sebastian wasn't evil because of his demon blood for you? he would have had magical powers and would have been immortal like Tessa (half warlock and half shadowhunters) or he would have been like James and Lucie, a shadowhunters with a capacity

if Lucie and James lose their power then Tessa should also have lost her magic powers because Lucie and James' powers come from Tessa who got her powers from Belial

but hey it's just another inconsistency of the last hours in the shadowhunters universe (the last hours have so much inconsistency)

no matter how many times she explains it I don't think me and Cassandra Clare will ever be in agreement about James and Lucie losing their powers. like its just not a satisfactory explanation to me im sorry

Am I the only one who hopes Dru won't be a swordswoman? because as all the main female characters (except Tessa) are swordswoman, it's a bit boring in the long run

I’m not worried about CoT because Emma Carstairs doesn’t know who Tatiana Blackthron is.