#jeb holt

[mothpawbs]

you know that tiktok trend where couples paint their nails each other's eye colors? well i had a vision. i need to do more ot3 fanart bc god i love them

[viinnyliicious]

So that car fight scene from Deadpool And Wolverine huh

[lilotarg]

ᯓ the mortal knight

jebediah jeb holt from splintered series by a.g. howard

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[kopykunoichi]

Christy, by Catherine Marshall. Chapter 35 Excerpt (part 2)

Over the doctor’s shoulder I saw that Jeb Spencer had set the fiddle against his chest and was tuning up. Wraight Holt had joined him with a banjo. With twangy chords sliding into a fast jog and Jeb’s bow singing across the strings the music started. As in the past Uncle Bogg was in the middle of things ready to call the figures. I marveled that from all appearances the old man had recovered so quickly from his son’s murder. Or, I wondered, was this just another example of Uncle Bogg’s callousness? “Scrooch them settin’ chairs against the walls, boys. Gonna need a heap of room.” The old squire was clapping his hands. “Gyarner ’em in, folks. In—a—cir-cle. The Tenn’see Wag-on Wheel. Here—we—go!” The tune was the familiar “Skip to My Lou.” The music snaked across the floor, swirled around my ankles, set my toes to tapping. Dr. MacNeill saw. “Come on, Christy. Into the circle we go."

“Cir-cle left!” . . . Cir-cle right! . . . Swing your partner . . . Now . . .” The doctor was surprisingly nimble. I had never done much square dancing, so did not know all the intricate figures. But by whispered instruction and skillful leading, he was steering me with scarcely a step missed by either of us. The rhythm beat and surged around us. The man must have learned this dance in his cradle! “La-dies back . . . Gents to the cen-ter . . .” Close up, some of these men were a little pungent. Out behind the cabin or somewhere the jugs were being tilted. “With a Right Hand Wheel . . . And back the other way . . . With a Left Hand Wheel! . . . Pick up your partner!” The doctor’s strong arms lifted me off the floor as easily as if I had been a child. Whirl and twirl . . . bend and swing . . . round and round. The music was so delicious. It ached behind my eyes and pulled and titillated. “Swing your part-ner!”

I was spun through the air, blood racing with the music, aware of the doctor’s face close to mine, sometimes half-smiling, sometimes laughing, drawing me to him. “Right—left, Right—left . . . Right—left, Right—” “And now, once a-gain, swing your part-ner—Prom-e-nade!” We were making an arch with our raised arms and the couples were coming through. “Bend low! Through the tunnel. Follow the leader . . . Now for the Bas-ket . . . All to the center! . . . Ladies stay in and the gents come back!” This one was really ingenious. Soon I saw how “the basket” was made. Women in the inner circle joined hands raised; men in the outer circle ducking under. We were joining arms at waist level to circle the basket. As complicated and delightful as an old quilt pattern, I was thinking. The American frontier had its dangers and its hard work but it also had a rare talent for making its own fun. “Off the floor . . .” And the Tennessee Wagon Wheel ended.

I half collapsed against the wall. “You aren’t—breathless—a bit—” I chided Dr. MacNeill. “Used to it. Anyway that was only a middlin’ fast tune.” More music . . . Jeb had itchy fingers for his fiddle bow today. But no one was dancing this one, so I took it to be an in-between tune. In a rich baritone the doctor started singing the words:

Cheeks as red as a bloomin’ rose,

Eyes of the deepest brown,

You are the darlin’ of my heart,

Stay till the sun goes down.

All around us, voices picked up the song. Such an enigmatic look on the doctor’s face! What did that look mean?

Shady Grove, my little love,

Shady Grove, my dear,

Shady Grove, my little love,

I’m goin’ to leave you here.

Only a song, but why did he keep his eyes on my face? “I’m thirsty,” I said abruptly—and turned toward the one sawhorse table left pushed against the wall. There were pitchers of spring water and what looked like several kinds of fruit juice. I poured a little of one and gingerly tasted it. Raspberry juice, I thought. It was refreshing. So I poured a full glass.

[winterinseoul]

Favorite Book » Splintered by A.G. Howard "His hands guide my jaw, showing me how to tilt my face. He teases my lips open with his. I run my tongue along his teeth, finding that crooked incisor before his tongue catches mine. Maybe I’m breathing too hard. Maybe I’m slobbering too much. Maybe I’ll never measure up to the other girls he’s been with. But it doesn’t matter, because of all the things I’ve experienced on this journey—shrinking and growing, flying sprites, living chess pieces—not a one of them is more magical than this moment."

[fairies-rule]

Sooo, I challenged myself to do something I don't usually do - drew Morpheus with Jeb.  It's a scene from Ensnared, and I tried to stick to the descriptions in the book with clothes and everything else. Hope you guys enjoy it :)    ***** Jeb slams Morpheus against the wall so fast I almost miss the move.Triggered by the activity, the moths along the ceiling descend like bits of falling ash. They cling to the wall next to Morpheus’s wings, outlining him. Bright yellow sun gushes through the abandoned glass panels.

Jeb and Morpheus stare at one another—eye to eye. Purple light pulses between their bodies.

“What you have to ask yourself, Alyssa”—Morpheus addresses me, but keeps his focus on Jeb—“is who he’s most jealous of.” He drags his fingertips through Jeb’s wavy hair. “Me, or you.”

Jeb doesn’t even flinch. “Guess you’ll never know.» ***** A.G. Howard. «Ensnared».

[splinteredincorrect]

Jeb: Don't correct me.

Morpheus: Don't be wrong.

[i-breathe-therefore-i-read]

The boys from the Splintered series - Jeb and Morpheus ♥

[untamedwonderland]

Alyssa Gardner

[readingbeauty16]

Is there anyone on here who liked Jeb better than Morpheus? Or at least liked both? I don't have anyone to talk to about one of my fave book series :/

[bookmarks101]

“Sometimes a flame must level a forest to ash before new growth can begin.” - Morpheus, Splintered

[mothpawbs]

sometimes one must contrive ooc situations in order to appease brainworms and also make something extremely cute haha

[viinnyliicious]

heyyyyyy splintered fandom im back

[incorrect-splintered-quotes]

Gossamer: she must be pretty-

Morpheus: she is

Gossamer: you didn’t let me finish

Morpheus: SHE IS

[bookraptorr]

okay so I have no idea what some people have against Jeb, but just leave my precious baby alone, you snakes....

[morpheus-my-morphine]

Jeb: *smirks at Morpheus’s jealousy and calls him Mr.Brightside*

Morpheus: *comes out of his room* no I am the darkness, the dark side, and I’m not jealous

Jeb: so you came out of your cave and you are doing just fine

Morpheus: yes-no wait