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saw a cute pic and immediately started to redraw with them ( ended up spending way too much time on this I don’t know if I like the style I went with ) 🫠🩷
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Kit to Ty
Election day: misery, stress, hair-pulling, at least for Americans (and a lot of other people around the world affected by our politics!) So I thought I'd post a distraction; I hope it helps and doesn't annoy!
A while ago I posted the beginning of a letter from Kit to Ty, created for a Kickstarter backer. Here's the full text:
A letter from Kit to Ty, never sent.
Ty, Ty, Ty.
Your name looks strange written out like that. Like an abbreviation. But Tiberius would be so formal. I never think of you that way. Or, I suppose I should say, I never thought of you that way. Tenses matter in these situations, I guess.
It’s late, past midnight, and I’m sitting on the windowsill in my bedroom at Cirenworth. Jem and Tessa gave me one of the best rooms. Of course they did. It has a view out over the gardens. Sometimes I see the ghost of a dog there, a golden retriever I’m pretty sure, running in and out of the flowerbeds. He seems like a pretty happy ghost. I think about how much you like animals and how much they love you, because of course they do. But it’s too late; this dog passed away a long time ago. You probably couldn’t even see him. It’s too late for a lot of things, now.
I’m still mad at you, and I don’t feel good about that. Maybe if I could forget, I could forgive. But I can’t forget that night you brought Livvy back. I’ll suddenly remember even when I’m thinking about something else. I’ll be in the middle of helping Tessa in the garden and suddenly I’ll turn around and I’m back in Idris.
I remember I told you I loved you. I remember I told you I would help you, but not if you raised Livvy from the dead. Not if you did necromancy. But you wanted that more than you wanted me.
And I understand that. I’m not angry about that. Here’s what I’m angry about: when you brought Livvy back, you changed yourself. You made yourself a different person than the one I loved. I don’t know the person you are now. You took yourself away from me. I can’t forgive that. And you made me someone who has to keep a secret I never wanted to keep. I was raised by someone who had so many awful secrets, and when I started my life as a Shadowhunter I wanted to do it openly, and honestly. But now I’m just someone else with secrets I can never tell. Just like my dad.
It makes me angry, so angry. I want to yell at you. I wish you were here so I could yell at you.
Kit
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letters unsent
Ty, Ty, Ty.
Your name looks strange written out like that. Like an abbreviation. But Tiberius would be so formal. I never think of you that way. Or, I suppose I should say, I never thought of you that way. Tenses matter in these situations, I guess.
It’s late, past midnight, and I’m sitting on the windowsill in my bedroom at Cirenworth....
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"We met next day as he had arranged, and inspected the rooms at No. 221B, Baker Street, of which he had spoken at our meeting. They consisted of a couple of comfortable bed-rooms and a single large airy sitting-room, cheerfully furnished, and illuminated by two broad windows."
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Some people say "I love you." Magnus Bane says "Loving you made me believe in eternity"

Art from the graphic novel by Cassandra Jean
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"Anyone who says women are weak is afraid they’re too strong."
Alec Lightwood. The Land I Lost (GotSM #8).
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Kitty doodle ^.^ Happy valentine's day and newsletter everyone 💓
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can someone, pls complete the image with tiberius next to him????
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Malec Week snippet!
From…..LOST BOOK OF THE WHITE. Really. We’re jumping ahead for fun. Our boys steal some time alone with the baby in the next room….
Now Magnus watched Alec walk toward their bed, safe and home and well-beloved, and he felt the last of the tension slip from his body. He could sleep again, he thought. It had been a while since they slept in their bed together, at the same time. Too long. He rolled his shoulders, sighing, and Alec’s eyes followed the movement.
“I’m not tired,” claimed Alec, clearly lying. “Are you tired? Or would you want to—stay awake?”
Oh. It had been a while for a few things.
Too long.
Magnus leaned in across the bed and lied, his voice soft and delighted: “I’m not tired.”
Alec was already leaning in to him, his lean warrior’s body stretched out on the bed and curving toward Magnus. They met halfway, the kiss moonlight soft at first. Magnus was smiling. Alec’s warm mouth curved, after a moment, into an answering smile. Moonlight changed to starlight, a feeling like points of brightness coming to shining life all through Magnus’s body.
Magnus separated reluctantly from Alec to help Alec slide off his worn T-shirt. Magnus dropped the T-shirt by the side of the bed, and began to draw his own rings from his fingers.
“Hey,” Alec murmured, eyes shining in the low light, voice husky. “Leave them on.”
It had been much too long.
“All right,” Magnus whispered back. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?” said Alec.
Magnus reached out and stroked the angelic rune traced against of Alec’s throat, and felt Alec swallow under the light pressure of Magnus’s fingers and the metal of his rings. Then Magnus clasped the nape of Alec’s neck and drew him in for another kiss. His free hand glided up the arch of Alec’s back, rings stuttering along his spine. His palm slid up to his shoulderblades, mapping the well-known and always wonderful stretch of soft skin and scars.
Alec broke the kiss with a gasp, and leaned his head down on Magnus’s shoulder, tucking his face into Magnus’s neck for a moment. He slid the robe off Magnus’s shoulders, and as the silk slid away he kissed the bared brown skin. The press of his mouth was tender as well as passionate, every move of Alec’s always so utterly sincere.
“Anything,” said Magnus, and meant it with all his heart. “What do you want?”
“Everything,” Alec mumbled. “You.”
“ ‘Everything’ and ‘me’ are not the same thing,” Magnus murmured.
“They are to me,” said Alec.
He kissed him again, kissed away the startled look Magnus knew he was wearing, still caught off guard by Alec Lightwood, still wondering if this could possibly be for him. This kiss went as deep as the first one tonight had been soft, and as they kissed Alec tumbled back on the silk pillows and pulled Magnus down against him.
Magnus nuzzled the rune on the side of Alec’s neck, then kissed the hollow at the base of his throat, and felt the shiver run through Alec’s body beneath him.
Then a scream broke the air.
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A la cuenta de 3 me pego un tiro
SPOTIFY WRAPPED REQUEST MEME 57. taylor swift - champagne problems + the haunting of bly manor
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Meredith Dardenne - If We Were Villains 🎭
As always, I forgot to post it here, but it’s never late!! Hope you like it <3
Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!!
Would you like If I draw the rest of the group? Who should be the next one?
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