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psa; so after attempting to catch up on shadowhunters, i’ve decided more or less that this blog is henceforth going to be solely book canon--I’m happy to interact with show muses and show based versions of characters, but my izzy’s characterisation and backstory/life will be as it’s written in the novels because honestly i can’t deal with this show and how poorly it treats her and disregards her.

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nephiilim:

“I doubt I need to feed you the “the law is hard but it is the law” line right now. Bad things happen to us when we don’t obey, remember? I don’t think any of us will be jumping for joy if we’re branded as traitors or stripped of our runes.” If he had any energy to do so, he would roll his eyes in this moment; the funny thing is, he has none at all.

“I never read those fairytales, remember? Mom and dad always had me studying instead.” He supposes he would be more upset about this if he had any interest in the tales in the first place, however perhaps that is also a product of his upbringing. Regardless, he shoulders his bow and quiver with a heaving sigh, and follows his sister begrudgingly. “Contrary to belief, I don’t enjoy getting myself in trouble. I’m not telling anyone, don’t worry.”

“I don’t doubt you’re going to do it anyway. So if it’ll make you feel better, by all means, hit me with it.” He’s the serious sort--he’s always had to be, and she knows that. But sometimes even he needs to admit that he’s reactions can be slightly extreme. “Because we’re all such a joyous lot right now, huh?”

Still, Isabelle is willing to accept her victory without rubbing too much salt into the wound. “Implying that I do enjoy it?” Well, maybe a little. There was a special kind of glee that came with irking their parents. Sometimes. Sometimes it just ended with a blow to her self esteem turned into a festering wound inside. But for the moment, she’s willing to focus on more pleasant things--like this mission, which won’t cause them anywhere near as much trouble as Alec seems to think. “Of course you’re not. C’mon, before someone notices.”

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💕 It all happened faster than Anneli could register, but the second the demon’s hold on her arms loosened, she struggled free and bolted, pushing past another possessed mundane with a blast of magic that left her breathless. Her feet stumbled against the pavement and she caught herself on a nearby trashcan, fingers gripping onto the metal frame in a desperate attempt to keep upright. The young warlock’s heart was utterly pounding, the adrenaline rush from her fight or flight reaction still pumping through her veins, making them almost vibrate with energy. Cerulean eyes, wide and panicked, caught sight of her savior - a dark haired woman, full of tattoos… no, runes. A shadowhunter. The all-too-familiar panic began to well up again and for a second, she considered running; she’d avoided associations with the Clave before, and she had no want to change that.

But there were nearly a dozen possessed mundanes, and even with all that woman’s abilities, she wouldn’t be able to handle it on her own. Catching her breath for a moment, the blonde stepped forward again, knowing she’d regret it – but they were both dead if she stayed idle. Taking a proper stance, inhaling sharply, she began to chant a spell she’d learned from Ragnor years ago in Chthonian, fingers flicking and twisting as rouge and silver magic began to flutter between them. Focusing every last bit of her strength, a symbol began to appear on the ground below the possessed demons - a huge pentagram made up of her magic, spikes coming up out of the flat symbol and trapping them within it. “Move!” she called, just as the symbol began to pulse, the magic attaching itself to the demons, starting the extraction. A few had escaped the spell, and they made a run for Isabelle, intent on taking out at least one of their targets.

Isabelle doesn’t know what’s more alarming to the woman--warlock--the demons, or the shadowhunter. She can’t blame her for that, no one with half a brain ever would again. It hadn’t been all that long ago where she herself had been so ignorant and naive to how things worked outside Clave circles. Even with her extensive dabbling in the Downworld. But right not all that mattered was that they got away, not whether or not the warlock was afraid of her. She hates dealing with possessions--both on a personal and professional level. There’s something about those oh so human faces that throws her off sometimes. Finds her almost pulling her punches when there was no need. They could be anyone.

Even with her speed and her whip being used to keep as many of them at bay as she could, it was quickly becoming apparent that the reason she had been so sure that Alec wouldn’t have approved was because it was fairly valid and she was in trouble. She was good--there was no denying that--but sheer numbers almost always won out. Not strength, not strategy, but numbers. She gets in one last good solid hit before the girl--still standing there, helping even though she could have easily made a run for it an insured her own safety--screams at her to get the hell out of dodge. Dives out of the way because she does not want to be on the wrong end of whatever spell she’s cooked up. 

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“holding grudges isn’t good for you” yeah well neither is people hurting me and getting away w/ it so here we are

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okay this is me officially apologising for my absence over the past few weeks--first my internet was shut off and then school started up again for me and then over the weekend, my dog passed away and basically it has been a pretty sucky couple of weeks. but i am trying to get my bearings and start posting again on this blog even though i’m super behind in the show. so basically thanks for being patient while i’ve been a mess.

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PSA; so in case you hadn’t noticed, due to the government + the phone company being really dumb, i am without wifi indefinitely. and by indefinitely i mean until wednesday ( probably ). at least this is when the phone company says the issue will be fixed–however this isn’t the first time they have claimed the issue will be fixed so. fingers crossed i should be back online by wednesday, however, i do start classes again on monday so y’know. i may be online when i’m on campus prior to then. i miss you all and hope you’re having substantially better weeks than i am.

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It’s not as bad as it once was--this says a lot and almost nothing all at once. Because of course it’s better now, short of a horrible agonising death, she thinks most things are better than her those first few days. She didn’t sleep, ate sparingly and was never able to keep it down, swung between being violently ill and dry heaving the entire night, and cravings so bad she’d actually managed to tear out a chunk of her hair at one point.

Isabelle Lightwood had never been uncomfortable in her body until then--when she was so exhausted and so weak, she’d ended up collapsing on several occasions just trying to stand. 

It’s been better since they got to Brazil, why Brazil she didn’t really know (all her companion had told her was it was a good place to piece yourself back together and after that she decided perhaps asking questions wasn’t such a good idea). But being in the sunlight, she almost feels like a person again. Like herself. The days are good, and getting better.

The nights are the problem. Because it’s dark and quiet and there’s nothing to stop her mind from wandering or her thoughts from becoming too long, nothing to hold her interest enough to keep the cravings away. It’s almost routine now;

She tosses and turns, sometimes for hours, gives up on trying to sleep--tries to move quietly enough to the bathroom to splash water on her face so she doesn’t wake Jason, leans on the window ledge for a while and thinks if she could just breathe deeply enough, just steady herself, she’d be fine. But she isn’t. Instead she finds herself sitting atop the covers, her legs hugged to her chest, leaning against the backboard trying not to move--she doesn’t know where she’d go or what she’d do, but Isabelle is sure she doesn’t want to find out.

The knocking startles her--he moves so quietly, sometimes not even she notices--and her voice is far from as calm, as steady as she might like it to be; “Come in.”

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The nights are getting longer, even here in this sun-bathed tropic; the vacationers drifting home, the insects rasping in the broad-fan leaves of the trees outside. He remembers the sound from other nights, long ones bent over a war table or catching an hour of half-sleep on a bench; strategies and plans feeding into the live fire of anger and misery he could not drown. A simple philosophy had been his reason for living, then. What you cannot kill, use for fuel; what you cannot use, bury next to the child you were and leave it for the earth to consume.

It’s a different year, a different reason to be here, but the parallels make his stomach turn. Young, scarred already by combat, dizzy and sick from an illness, a breaking that was forced inside her body without her consent. The nephilim girl has been healing, weaving the edges of her mind and self back together under the hot Brazilian sun; Jason remembers all too well how it feels to gather his own scraps and tether them with needle and thread, ambition and rage.

Some nights Isabelle sleeps. Tonight, he can hear the soft creak of floorboards as she moves in her room, a familiar pattern from weeks of cohabitation. She splashes her face with water, takes a breath of air from the window, tries to go back to bed. It’ll be hours before she can rest. He remembers his own bad nights, spiraling out under the stars and leaves, the noises of his growing army not enough to feel safe inside his own skin.

It’s a simple thing, too much habit to be a decision now. The matte black laptop, the bottle of orange-pineapple-guava juice cold from the refrigerator, and scarred knuckles tapping lightly at the wooden door.

He knows bad nights are worse when spent alone.

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[steps on my own emotions and grinds them into the dirt with my heel] anyways

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halflightwood:

she really needs to get better at this whole secret keeping thing because right now all she had been doing was blatanly staring like a crazy person and they would bound to figure out something was up if she kept doing that, 

‘ well, obviously i want to hear the fun stuff, the fun stuff is the best part. sounds great, i can’t wait to see it, i mean new york is already more upgraded than paris, you guys have all the best toys. it’s a good thing i like chaotic, paris was always so routine well except for this one mission but, that’s another story, thanks for not lying to me i guess. ’

so far isabelle was kind, inviting, funny and cementing her resolve that she had made the right decision and olivia is hit with a burst of sadness that she’s missed most of isabelle’s life, that she never got to grow up with the other and she’s filled with a ridiculous longing for the childhood she missed out on filled with ridiculous conversations about boys, sharing clothes, fighting side by side and just having a sister. once more she finds herself having to shake herself out of her own thoughts, following along at isabelle’s pace, 

‘ chaotic or not, i’m really glad to be here. ’

odd behaviour really isn’t that far out of the norm there--and isabelle doesn’t know her nearly well enough to make a call about whether or not something is wrong. though she still has her suspicions about why anyone in their right mind would choose to come to the institute after everything that’s been happening.

“well we’ve got four times as many mundanes running around in about half the space, so i suppose they take pity on us and send us all the fun toys.” new york was undoubtedly chaotic--but it was home. unlike many shadowhunters, isabelle hadn’t grown up in idris, only brief trips there told her that while it was beautiful and relaxing, it also got really old, really quick. and she couldn’t sleep without the hustle and bustle of the city outside. 

something is definitely going on, and she intends to find out. but hopefully it’s a little less sinister than some of the other happenings around the city. maybe she’d wanted a transfer out of paris and new york was the only place desperate and disastrous enough to take her--though it did beg the question of who would be desperate enough in the first place to agree to come there. still, she smiles, always confident, always in control.

“we’re glad to have you. we can always do with some extra help around here. and at least life won’t ever be dull.” she conceded. “alright, i think they’ve got you set up down here. which means you’re just down the hall from me--alec’s around the corner in case of a crisis.”

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halflightwood:

olivia hovered in the doorway for another moment before she sighed and walked into the room, leaning against isabelle’s vanity. she notices isabelle’s jump but, she doesn’t comment on it because angel knows how lost in her own thoughts the younger girl probably was, olivia’s been there herself and sometimes it’s good to stop and think and other times like now olivia knew isabelle was doing nothing but blaming herself, doing nothing but picking apart every decision she had made and wondering hwo she could have made a better one even if there wasn’t one, 

‘ sometimes the right thing just never feels like the right thing, probably some poetic irony about tough choices making you a better person but, i wouldn’t know i could barely sit still during class long enough to pay attention. ’

the brunette’s shoulders tense at the mention of aldertree before she moves to sit next to isabelle’s side, voice firm and eyes defiant, 

‘ aldertree isn’t going to do anything to jace, jace saved his life and if aldertree tries to do anything to him i’ll introduce him to the sharp end of my blade….you too, i won’t let aldertree hurt you either, any of you…i promise. ’

it’s a strange thing having to grow accustom to a new presence in the institute--a lot had changed within the past few months, that much was certain. but for years before that, no one came or went. her parents flitted in and out at their own discretion, back and forth between the institute and idris, dragging max along with them. at least if he was with them, isabelle didn’t have to worry for his safety--she did anyway. but she didn’t have to know the moment it happened, that something was wrong, that it was her responsibility to stop it.

“it only doesn’t feel like the right thing because they tell us we should be loyal to the clave above all else. and the clave thinks jace is their enemy.”

her brother had never been her enemy, not a day in her life, and he never would be. even now, she knew that. was secure in the knowledge that they were always on the same side, even when it didn’t seem like it.

“aldertree has no loyalty to anything except his own ideas of what the clave’s justice should be.” she muttered, despite all efforts to keep bitterness from her voice, it seeps in through the cracks. “--thank you.” for all their talk of bravery, of doing good, all too often she’d seen shadowhunters choose what was easy over good. and there was nothing easy about siding with the lightwoods these days.

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🌹😊 happy valentine's day, from your secret admirer 😊🌹

           “Secret admirer, huh? I quite like the sound of that.”

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i’mma be real with you i did not suffer through the angst of sizzy in tales from the shadowhunter academy to not get my money’s worth in this show. 

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on the one hand i wanna catch up on the show because the dynamic between the lightwood siblings is beautiful, malec is life and clizzy is real. on the other hand, i’m not sure if i can deal with the dwindling excuse for a plot and the ooc plotline for izzy they seem to be set on pursuing. 

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It was getting more and more difficult for them to get information they needed--Isabelle couldn’t really blame any downworlders for not wanting to help them after what had happened with Merliorn. After everything. A heavy Clave presence was enough to make most Shadowhunters uncomfortable, she couldn’t imagine how everyone else felt about it. Still, it was making it a lot more difficult to do her job--to keep people safe. No one wanted to talk to Shadowhunters these days. No one wanted to talk to anyone. So she’s resorted to patrolling the general part of the city that the most carnage seemed to have been inflicted upon.

 Never before had she wanted to live in a smaller city. At least the screams work as a locator beacon, since she doesn’t really have anything else to go on at the moment. She takes off at a run, discarding the idea of finding the others first--there wasn’t any time and someone was in trouble now. Even in human form, it isn’t hard to pick the demons over their victim--Isabelle has always been a quick draw with her whip, jerking the demon back and away from the girl. “Run! Now!” A kick sends another flying, and she knows deep down Alec would have kittens if he knew she was handling this herself--but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. 

War’s Coming ۵ Isabelle & Anneli

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۵ Panic spread like a wildfire inside the warlock’s body, her magic dwindling rapidly as demon after demon attacked, all possessing human forms. Tears brimmed the corners of her eyes as pink and silver magic shot out of her fingertips, colliding with the center of one demon’s chest, sending him backward. It was a pathetic attack, barely enough force to push him a few feet, and the effort had exhausted her. It had escalated too quickly - one attempt to help a mundane had led to an onslaught, of far more creatures than Anneli could handle on her own.

The girl’s pale skin was decorated with slices and wounds by that point, its form hunched slightly, a limp in her step (from a particularly bad stab wound in her thigh). Everything absolutely burned - every muscle, bone, vein - but to stop would mean certain death, and her adrenaline rush had tried to keep up. Her body twisted as her arms whipped around her, sending a wave of of energy hurtling toward the demons and for a moment, there was peace. The blonde wanted nothing more than to collapse - but it wasn’t an option. Instead, she prepared herself for another round, tensing… only to find arms around her own, pinning them behind her. Struggling like a wild animal, she screamed, kicking, elbowing, doing anything she could to get free of the hold - but it was too powerful.

“Help me!!”

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sometimes i think about how the clave demands complete and total loyalty from shadowhunters, but the fact of the matter is none of the lightwood kids would ever choose the clave over their siblings. aka i have feelings over the fact that if someone ever did harm to alec or jace, izzy would essentially brutally murder them and not feel bad about it in the slightest. especially after max dies.