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it seems rather fitting that before i either potentially reboot this blog or archive it and remake, that i say a huge happy birthday to @divienity !! ✨

my dear lil seashell, i hope you’ve had the most incredible day surrounded by loved ones, eaten the yummiest food, and just generally had the bestest, most relaxing day. you absolutely deserve it! you are warm, and kind, and supportive, and patient. you are a fantastic writer, and writing partner. but more than that, you’re a lovely and considerate person full to the brim with creativity. even on your quieter days, your mind is usually flowing with something amazing. your exploration of characters both belonging to and rescued by yourself, and the effort you put into creating and remaking and reshaping the worlds we all love, and ones of your own for us all to fall in love with, is truly inspiring. thank you for accepting my characters, thank you for sharing yours with me, and thank you for just being you, you big ol’ cutie. happy birthday!! 🥰

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@mercyforged​,  happy  birthday  izzy!  ❤️

lips  pressed  against  izzy’s  in  a  tender,  lingering  kiss,  stefan  pulls  away  with  a  soft  hum of  contentment.  his  hands  either  side  of  her  neck,  his  thumbs  lightly  caressing  her  jaw  at  either  side,  his  words  come  soft  and  easy.  ❝ happy  birthday, ❞   he  breathes  around  a  smile.  around  another  kiss.  forest  green  eyes  meet  hers  as  they  both  pull  back,  and  he  smiles  wider  at  her.  his  hands  slowly  fall,  finding  hers, ❝ come  with  me. ❞ and  before  she  can  answer,  his  lips  find  hers  again.  and  again.  stepping  back  to  lead  her  away  with  him,  their  arms  stretching,  but  never  quite  letting  go. 

he  leads  her  into  the  living  area,  waiting  for  her  to  move  in  front  of  him.  

the  two  are  met  with  cheers  and  exclamations  as  clary  and  simon  come  into  view,  stood  in  front  of  a  cozy  blanket  fort  that  stefan  left  the  two  of  them  in  charge  of  setting  up.  apparently  they’d  had  a  lot  of  fun  with  it.  they  had  much  more  experience  with  it  than  he  did.  even  going  as  far  as  to  name  themselves  ❛ the  best  pillow  fort  architects  you’d  ever  hope  to  meet ❜. 

stefan  had  decorated  the  room  with  candles,  and  hung  small,  understated,  but  fairly  brightly  coloured  lanterns  from  the  ceiling,  and  the  small  tables  and  some  of  the pillows  were  arranged  with  all  of  izzy’s  favourite  snacks.  food  would  be  served  later.  something  he  and maryse  had  organised  and  cooked  together.   

❝ happy  birthday,  iz!! ❞  clary  beamed,  bounding  into  izzy’s  arms,  her  own  thrown  around  the  brunette’s  neck.  she  hugged  izzy  tightly,  squeezing  her  in  her  arms. 

❝ we’re  all  ready  to  go,  just  need  the  birthday  girl! ❞  simon  said,  addressing  both  of  them,  his  own  smile  wide  and  welcoming,  stepping  forward  after  clary  to  hug  both  izzy  and  stefan  in  turn.  ❝ we’re  watching  coco! ❞  he  added,  his  smile  becoming  more  of  a  grin  as  he  recounted  the  time  he  and  izzy  had  talked  about  it  last  year  on  a  night  very  much  like  tonight. 

stood  behind  izzy,  stefan  watched  the  exchange  quietly,  smiling  to  himself.  when  izzy  turned  around  to  face  him  and  pulled  him  back  to  her.  he  laughed  softly,  enjoying  the  moment,  and  let  his  arms  wrap  loosely  around  her  waist.   ❝ i  think  we  may  have  started a  tradition.. ❞

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❝ you  have  me,  and  that’s  not  going  to  change. ❞  — @shesacred  //  isabelle lightwood.

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a happiest of birthdays to the most wonderful, kind, incredibly talented, exceptionally lovely, hella beautiful @shesacred / @eterneaty. i love you so very much. you are absolutely amazing, a joy to talk to every day, and honestly, i feel very proud and honoured to be able to call you my friend. you are an inspiration and a big softy and i love everything we’ve created together over the past couple of years and hope that it’ll continue into the future. 

from myself, from stefan, from all the muses, i hope you’ve had the most amazing birthday, eaten lots of yummy treats and foods with your family ( and ofc, the cutie pupper ), and gotten to spend the day relaxing and just generally having the bestest time. you absolutely deserve it. 

here’s to another year :) i love ya very much :3

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about to start shadow & bone with @shesacred, expect verses :D

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@hesalvation​  said  ›  ❝  keep  kissing  me  like  that  and  we’re  gonna  end  up  back  in  bed.  ❞

her  answering  giggle  is  soft, nearly  too  quiet  to  be  heard  as  she  presses  her  lips  into  the  sensitive  (  ticklish  )  skin  of  his  neck.   ❝  oh?  is  that  a  promise?  ❞   he  can’t  see  it,  but  isabelle’s  sure  he  can  feel  the  curve  her  smile  takes  on  as  it  deepens,  arms  wrapping  around  his  neck  and  her  whole  body  pulling  herself  closer.   it  started  instinctively,  feeling  the  sheets  cooling  in  the  space  beside  her,  and  she’d  automatically  reached  out  almost  blindly,  searching  for  his  body.   when  her  hand  made  contact  with  his  back  and  the  sound  of  his  surprised  grunt  made  her  open  her  eyes.   finding  him  glancing  over  his  shoulder  at  her,  she  raised  herself  onto  her  knees,  tucking  the  covers  around  her  and  pressing  her  front  flush  against  his  back.

she  can  hear  her  phone  buzzing  from  not  far  away,  probably  some  update  about  a  mission,  but  instead  of  reaching  for  it  like  she  normally  would,  she  ignores  it,  focusing  on  resting  her  chin  against  his  shoulder  instead,  tilting  her  head  just  enough  so  her  breath  brushes  against  his  skin  as  she  speaks.   ❝  are  you  saying  that’d  be  a  bad  thing…?  ❞   her  hand  shifts  so  she  can  trail  it  over  his  other  shoulder,  down  his  tattoo,  and  over  his  inner  arm,  tracing  down  a  familiar  path.   ❝  because  i’d  be  more  than  okay  with  playing  -   what  did  clary  call  it?   -  hookie,  i  think,  for  a  day.   i’m  sure  alec  has  it  all  under  control,  and  besides.   considering  the  amount  of  times  i’ve  covered  for  him  so  he  can  see  meliorn,  he  owes  me.  ❞

her touch,  light,  and wandering,  sliding slowly over his back makes him hum quietly,  his body reacting to hers in the form of goosebumps,  welcoming her touch as she allows her hand to stray across his bare skin.  lips press together to hold back his grin,  his laughter,  but the happiness is plain on every line of his face.  visible in his body language and the way he moves.  he swallows thickly,  his head tilting towards her,  following the sound of her voice,  eyes fluttering shut as he allows the warm feel of her skin on his to wash over him..  the feel of her hand moving up,  of her bare chest,  flush against his back..  his lips quirk in an answering smile,  one that,  just like him,  he knows she doesn’t need to see to know it’s there.   

he smiles wider,  feeling the press of her lips,  the widening of her already broad smile as it’s pressed against his neck.  hearing the buzz of izzy’s phone,  he pauses,  waiting.  but she doesn’t answer it.  her lips brush his neck instead,  teasing and light,  making his eyes flutter and his breath falter again as he smiles.  ❝  mm.. ❞  the hum is drawn from him,  quiet and contented,  her breath,  her soft lips,  tickling his skin.  ❝  definitely..  not a bad thing..  ❞  he mumbles,  his chin touching his shoulder,  that need to be closer to her turning his head even more..  

izzy’s hand brushes over his shoulder,  traces the lines of his tattoo..  before falling slowly down his arm.  deliberately,  down his arm..  he lets her touch him,  turning his arm for her,  until her fingertips trace the inside of his wrist,  his hand slowly unfurling in invitation.  she slips her hand into his and he hums his contentment,  long fingers curling in again to squeeze her hand,  their newly intertwined fingers pressed together.  

❝  hookie,  huh?   ❞  the mention of her brother and his boyfriend makes him laugh breathily as he nods his head in agreement,  ❝  it does seem like he owes you a day..  ❞  stefan smiles devilishly,  looking over his shoulder at izzy,   ❝  or two.  ❞

❝  did you have something in mind..?  ❞  his voice is low and inviting,  teasing,  met with a subtle quirk of his eyebrow as he raises their joined hands,  bringing her hand to his lips to kiss her fingertips with her arm now laid across his chest. 

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❝ just between us? ❞  stefan asked,  raising an eyebrow at her as if awaiting her answer,  the spatula in hand raised and pointing in her direction,  playfully accusing.  he grins when she gives him a nod of her head,  then looks away again,  attention returning to his hands as he worked.  he gave the sauce he was making a couple of stirs,  and then set the instrument down,  going to pick up a knife instead so that he could start dicing peppers. 

❝ my mother taught me a few things when she was still alive, ❞  he starts,  ❝ just very basic things like how to boil an egg.  she wasn’t really much of a cook herself. and i was too young to do much more than.. cook eggs and fry bacon. ❞  he said,  closing his eyes as he tried to picture his mother’s face clearly,  his brow furrowing slightly.  his hands still worked easily,  effortlessly, even with his eyes closed.  ❝ lily. ❞  stefan adds as he opens his eyes and smiles at izzy.   ❝ that was her name. ❞

❝ mostly i learned from the cook.  damon and i came from a fairly wealthy family.  and we weren’t alone there.  our father wasn’t around much,  but when he was,  he made it pretty clear it wasn’t something he approved of.  he didn’t like that it was something i enjoyed or found peace in.  i think he thought it was beneath me.  or that i should be doing something more appropriate for a boy my age.  she told me i shouldn’t listen to him.  she would hide pieces of paper in my books when she helped with the day’s cleaning,  telling me what we’d be making for everybody that evening. ❞  his smile widened then,  showing a glint of pointed teeth.  

❝ agatha always had the most interesting stories to tell.  and by fifteen i could make pretty much anything she could make. ❞  

there was a note of pride in his voice as he spoke of the woman,  and all that she’d helped teach him.  she was someone stefan had looked up to.  not for her role or stature,  as giuseppe had always said was the most important thing.  stefan had admired her for her character,  her morals.  she’d been brave and kind and fierce and loving,  and when she’d died,  he’d been heartbroken.  it had almost been like losing his mother all over again.  

he approaches isabelle with the bottle of wine,  topping up her glass for her,  and a smile pulls onto his thin lips as he considers her question.

❝ hm.  how trustworthy is this potential pupil?  these are.. centuries worth of cooking secrets,  you know. ❞  he raised his eyebrow at her.  ❝ are you planning on telling people all my secrets,  miss lightwood? ❞  the smile he’d been wearing on his face curls upwards more as he watches her laughter spill from her lips.  her eyes are dark and warm,  with light dancing inside them.  ❝ i would be honoured. ❞  he says,  his face sobering up as he leans closer,  setting the bottle he’d brought down on the surface next to her and then leaning on his forearms as he folded them over the kitchen island,  close enough that they were almost touching.  ❝ tell me some of your secrets. ❞

❝  BELIEVE  ME,  YOU’RE  not  gonna  hear  any  complaints  from  me.  ❞  she  sits  on  the  top  of  the  counter,  a  chilled  glass  of  wine  carefully  chosen  to  compliment  the  meal  he’s  been  working  on  for  the  better  part  of  an  hour  cradled  carefully  in  her  hand  as  she  watches.  normally,  there’s  nothing  more  that  isabelle  would  love  to  be  in  the  MIDDLE  of  the  whole  thing,  hands  on  in  the  preparation  of  the  food  she’s  loved  since  she  can  remember,  but  for  once,  she’s  surrendered  control  of  the  kitchen  to  someone  with  maybe  a  bit  more  expertise  around  a  stove  than  she  actually  has.  her  brothers  would  tease  her  about  it,  her  rarely  controlling  nature  and  insistence  that  she  can  follow  a  recipe  perfectly  coming  out  in  full  force  to  prove  herself  as  the  chef  she  likes  to  think  of  herself  as.

usually,  it  doesn’t  work  out.

❝  where  did  you  learn  the  secrets  of  cooking,  anyway?  ❞  she’s  curious,  sipping  her  wine  carefully  as  she  watches  him.  he’s  fluid  in  his  movements,  so  easily  comfortable  in  the  institute’s  kitchen,  despite  it  being  one  of  the  few  times  he’s  been  in  it,  and  she  admires  it.  it’s  a  level  of  comfort  and  confidence  she  can  only  wish  to  gain.  ❝  and  how  would  you  feel  about  taking  on  a  potential  pupil?  ❞

❝  i  love  cooking,  i  really  love  cooking.  ❞  ⤻  @hesalvation.

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❝ sure, ❞  stefan said easily,  his eyes glinting playfully.  ❝ don’t i look like i crash parties? ❞  he asked with a raise of his brow,  dipping his head as he began to laugh and shake his head at himself.  in truth?  he didn’t.  but he was determined to show her a good time.  to make her time here as enjoyable as possible.  to make this place feel something like a home.  

he couldn’t really imagine going from living in the bustling city to living here.  everything must have been so different.  he admired her for adjusting so well.  because she had adjusted.  it had taken a little while,  but izzy was starting to get the hang of life here.  she wasn’t usually the first to rise,  but she also was no longer the last.  when stefan watched her sometimes,  he could’ve sworn she even enjoyed it.  she seemed to thrive best when she was under open sky,  or with the animals.  she liked the horses.  which suited him just fine,  because it meant he got to spend that much more time with her,  given that he was in charge of them.  

he watched as izzy began to shift and get up from her place on the floor next to him where they’d been sat chatting for the better part of half an hour,  his eyes settling on her face as she looked down at him before falling to the hand she’d extended out to him.  he chuckled and gave her a wide smile as he took it and allowed her to help him up,  following suit in dusting himself off.  ❝  thank you, ❞   he said,  and his lips curled.  ❝ alright then, city girl.. ❞  he teased back,  not missing the one about the locals. 

light brown head turns away from her,  towards the main road.  then,  he grins and looks back at her.  ❝ come on, ❞  he says,  reacquainting himself with her hand as he caught it up within his own and began leading her towards his truck.  

before she could make her way towards the passenger seat,  stefan stepped in front of her,  blocking her way so that she bumped into his chest.  he smiled apologetically,  raising his hands to steady her.  when she looked down,  it was to find him dangling the keys in front of her with a cocked eyebrow.   ❝ you’re driving, ❞  he added unnecessarily,  taking her hand and dropping the keys into her previously unopened palm.  

❝  IS  THAT  WHAT  you  do  for  fun?  ❞  there’s  laughter  in  her  tone  and  she  raises  an  eyebrow,  curious  at  how  the  life  of  someone  like  him  is.  she’s  always  been  a  city  girl,  both  at  heart  and  in  the  way  her  life  has  been  led,  never  entirely  felt  completely  relaxed  when  her  childhood  summers  were  filled  with  days  at  the  ranch.  she’s  always  thrived  being  surrounded  by  tall  buildings  and  busy  streets,  watching  people  hurry  from  one  place  to  another  without  sparing  a  glance.  here,  though,  it’s  so  much  different.  everything  is  quiet,  without  the  loud  rumbling  of  cars  honking  and  the  constant  chatter  filling  the  air.  instead  it’s  all  open  skies  and  wide  ranges,  silence  filling  every  corner  until  she  feels  like  she’s  almost  smothered  by  it.  it’s  disconcerning,  the  first  few  days,  to  say  the  least.

now,  though,  she  feels  a  lot  more  settled.  she’s  still  no  country  girl  by  any  means,  but  she  no  longer  wakes  up  in  a  panic  when  she  hears  the  rooster  outside  as  her  alarm  clock,  instead  of  angry  yells  of  someone  random  on  the  street,  and  even  the  smell  of  barnyard  animals  and  fresh  coffee  have  become  something  of  a  norm.

she  glances  at  stefan  with  a  playful  grin,  pushing  herself  up  seconds  later  and  wiping  the  dirt  from  her  jeans,  then  holds  out  her  hand  to  him  in  offer.  ❝  well  come  on,  then.  show  me  how  the  locals  live  it  up  here.  i’m  just  dying  to  know.  ❞

❝  there’s  a  lot  to  do  in  this  town.  especially  if  you  like  crashing  other  peoples’  parties.  ❞  ⤻  @hesalvation.

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tag drop 02.

featuring the love of stefan’s life; his absolutely stunning wife isabelle lightwood / @shesacred

♔▾ ii. in every version of reality. › rel: shesacred. 

♔▾ ii. if i told you about the darkness inside of me‚ would you still look at me like i’m the sun. › dyn: stizzy. 

♔▾ ii. i swear she’s an angel. › isabelle lightwood.

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DUNGEONS & DRAGONS CLASSES

BARBARIAN  !           toothy   grins ,       stories   around   the   campfire ,       clothes   covered   in   pet   hair ,       hot   temper ,       old   jeans ,       heartbeat   in   head ,       potatoes   and   steak ,       beaded   jewelry ,       bruises   like   galaxies ,       mementos ,       backpack   stuffed   full ,       craigslist   furniture ,       spontaneous   road   trips ,       air   ripped   from   lungs .

BARD  !           homemade   bread ,       white   lies ,     easily   excited ,       trying   on   hats ,       band   geek ,       pep   talks ,       no   impulse   control ,       sunsets ,       vintage   fashion ,       long   showers ,       selfies ,       following   dreams ,       rosy   cheeks ,       song   mash-ups ,       pink   lemonade   with   tequila ,       loves   easily ,       animated   storyteller ,       full   of   comebacks .

CLERIC  !         list   of   wishes ,       biting   their   tongue ,       band-aids   and   neosporin ,       shoulder   to   cry   on ,       morning   sun ,       necklaces ,       trial   and   error ,       homemade   quilts ,       formal   clothing ,       astrology   fan ,       messages   in   bottles ,       pleated   braids ,       speaking   up   for   friends ,       feathers ,       motivational   quotes ,       vivid   dreams .

DRUID  !           bird   watching ,       shy   kid ,       wind   chimes ,       trying   to   whistle ,       summer   camp ,       apple   orchards ,       lost   in   their   head ,       glow - in - the - dark   stars   on   the   ceiling ,       hoodies ,       thrift   shopping ,       saving   worms   off   the   sidewalk ,       pig   latin ,       bare   feet ,       thunderstorms ,       numb   fingers ,       braided   hair ,       naming   potted   plants .

FIGHTER  !           goose   bumps ,       leather   jackets ,       adventure ,       chewing   nails ,       cares   deeply   but   can’t   show   it ,       bronze   locks ,       no   sleep ,       taste   of   iron ,       netflix   binges ,      never   forgets ,       combat   boots ,       stories   behind   scars ,       table   for   one ,       official   soundtracks ,       sore   calves ,       trusts   themselves   the   most .

MONK  !         always   trying   to   be   better ,       wanderlust ,       meditation ,       sweat   pants ,       old   photographs ,       yoga ,       sleeping   in   hammocks ,       nostalgia ,       minimalist   design ,       breath   of   fresh   air ,       baby   animals ,       volunteering ,       perfectionist ,       doesn’t   care   about   fashion ,       healthy   snacks ,       noticing   the   little   things .

PALADIN  !           school   uniforms ,       thick   jackets ,       sleeping   with   the   windows   open ,       logical   advice ,       scrapbooking ,       compasses ,       i   fight   for   my   friends ,       sculpture   gardens ,       cold   morning   air ,       big   soul ,       likes   routine ,       secret   romantic ,       last   to   get   jokes ,       sunflowers ,       practical   presents ,       misty   weather .

RANGER  !           herbal   tea ,       smell   of   rain ,       blinking   away   tears ,       camping   trips ,       collecting   bones ,       swiss   army   knives ,       first   impressions ,       anxious   thoughts ,       bobby   pins ,       burnt   marshmallows ,     too   competitive ,       clothes   lines ,       messenger   bags ,       holding   grudges ,     gets   along   better   with   animals   than   people .

ROGUE  !           flirtatious   sarcasm ,       candid   photos ,       lost   phone   chargers ,       adrenaline   rush ,       picking   dirt   out   from   beneath   their   nails ,       social   chameleon ,       clashing   clothes ,       self-deprecating   jokes ,       claw   machines ,       sits   in   chairs   wrong ,       smudged   eyeliner ,       has   too   many   sunglasses ,       eats   nothing   or   everything .

SORCERER  !           infectious   laugh ,       family   trees ,       shivers   down   their   spine ,       lipstick   and   roses ,       mood   swings ,       clumsy ,       believing   in   destiny ,       high   expectations ,       sleeping   in   darkness ,       collection   of   nail   polish ,       passionate ,       good   grades   but   never   studies ,       poetry   books ,       blowing   kisses ,       not   knowing   their   own   strength .

WARLOCK  !           knowing   everyone’s   secrets ,       backpack   covered   in   pins ,       envy ,       being   in   walmart   late   at   night ,       earl   grey ,       selective   memory ,       conspiracy   theories   and   cryptids ,       keysmashing ,       need   to   know   basis ,       can’t   cook ,       bags   under   eyes ,       experimental   art ,       flickering   bulbs ,      black   clothing   all   year   long .

WIZARD  !           piles   of   textbooks ,       cat   in   lap ,       keeping   a   diary ,       indecisions ,       scented   candles ,       studying   alone   in   a   café ,       lingering   touches ,       museum   dates ,       unanswered   questions ,       taking   on   too   much   responsibility ,       collections ,       chalk   dust ,       comfy   robes ,       unnecessary   apologies ,       coming   home   after   a   long   day .

tagged by  :  @shesacred a looong time ago probably!  tagging  :  @bravebartender,  @seesgood,  @benneatt,  all of y’all lmao. 

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ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD​:

SHE  ISN’T  SNEAKING  OUT,  not  exactly,  at  least.  isabelle  is  never  the  type  of  spend  the  night  with  someone  and  then  ditch  before  they  even  have  a  chance  to  open  their  eyes  the  next  morning,  much  less  with  someone  like  stefan,  but  when  you’re  an  on  call  doctor  and  paged  at  all  hours  of  the  day  and  night,  most  of  those  decisions  are  out  of  your  hands.  she  had  been  trying  to  be  quiet,  however,  though  not  for  the  matter  of  slipping  out.  she  just  hadn’t  wanted  to  wake  him,  not  when  he  looked  PEACEFUL  sleeping  on  the  other  side  of  the  bed.  the  sound  of  paper  shuffling  as  she  searched  for  the  notepad  she  vaguely  recalls  having  seen  the  night  before  must  have  woken  him  up,  and  she  glances  over  her  shoulder  at  him,  a  soft  expression  on  her  face.  ❝  shh,  go  back  to  sleep.  ❞  there’s  no  one  in  the  room  but  the  two  of  them,  but  with  the  fog  that  still  lingers  in  her  mind,  replaying  memories  of  the  night  before,  isabelle  keeps  her  voice  quiet,  reaching  out  to  poke  his  cheek.  ❝  the  hospital  paged  me,  so  i  have  to  go,  but  i  wasn’t  just  trying  to  sneak  out,  okay?  ❞  for  some  reason,  it  seems  important  to  make  sure  he  knows  that,  even  though  they  both  agreed  this  was  a  one  night  sort  of  thing,  the  alcohol  running  through  their  veins  enough  to  make  them  both  agree  to  crossing  a  line  they  haven’t  before.  ❝  i  have  the  room  booked  until  checkout,  though,  and  i’ll  tell  the  front  desk  that  it’ll  be  occupied  until  then,  if  you  want  to  hang  out  for  a  bit  longer.  i  don’t  think  i’ll  be  able  to  make  it  back  for  the  rest  of  the  reception,  but  since  it’s  already  paid  for,  someone  might  as  well  enjoy  the  suite.  ❞

♕  ⎝  @hesalvation​  sent  〉  ❝  come  back  to  bed.  ❞

they were awake late into the night.  talking and laughing,  dancing,  eating and drinking together,  until they both found themselves back in izzy’s suite, where eventually they’d rid themselves of their clothes,  and years of pent up wanting.  

he’s mostly asleep when he feels movement beside him,  a dip in the bed and the shuffling of papers.  his sleeping figure stirs,  frowning sleepily,  as he returns to consciousness.  ❝ mm, ❞     stefan’s eyes flutter briefly,  finding izzy looking over her shoulder at him.  her soft voice combined with her gentle touch make his eyes droop to a close again,  a lazy smile pulling at his lips.  a moment later,  his expression changes into something of a pout at her words and he shifts underneath the sheets,  reaching towards her.  he understood the sudden call and departure all too well,  both of them being respected doctors.  ❝ everything okay at the hospital? ❞  he asked,  eyes slowly finding hers in the dim light.  concern knitting his brow,  he reaches up to curl his hand around hers,  brushing his thumb along the back of her thumb as he looks into her dark eyes.  

he smiles at that next part and raises an eyebrow in part amusement.  ❝ no? ❞  he teased her,  still holding and gently stroking her hand.  for the most part,  stefan believed her,  and he was too happy right now to look at it more deeply,  or worry too much about whether izzy meant it.  ❝ i’d enjoy it much more if you were in it with me, ❞  he mutters gruffly,  sleepy but playful.  he smiles,  watching her,  and draws her hand towards him,  bringing it to his lips to place a kiss to her index finger,  the one she’d poked him with.  ❝ are you sure you won’t make it back? ❞  he asks,  trying not to sound disappointed,  though not managing it entirely,  sleepy as he is.  there’s a note of vulnerability in his voice that pairs well with the openness in his green eyes as he looks at her.  

it’s impossible for him not to smile as more of the night before returns to him; the two of them, laughing and tangled together.  something he’d thought about many times before in the past  --  none more so than when he’d met yesterday  --  but that he assumed would never happen. 

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ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD​:

SHE’S  SO  USED  to  showering  others  with  compliments  and  affection,  sharing  her  gratitude  and  appreciation  for  them  through  words  and  actions,  it  sometimes  takes  isabelle  a  moment  to  remember  that  not  everyone  is  as  open  or  comfortable  -  or  even  used  to  it  -  as  the  people  in  her  life  are.  sometimes  she  forgets  boundaries,  and  oversteps  them  without  knowing.  words  come  tumbling  from  her  mouth  more  often  than  not  without  a  filter,  and  she  has  little  thought  as  to  how  someone  might  take  it.  even  positive  things,  she’s  not  used  to  having  to  choose  her  words  carefully,  but  as  she  watches  stefan  duck  his  head,  she  remembers  that  not  everyone  is  so  used  to  her  blunt  and  forward  nature.

there’s  the  tiniest  hint  of  a  smile  on  his  face  when  he  looks  back  up  at  her  though,  and  she  counts  that  as  a  win.  there’s  still  the  smallest  bit  of  hesitance  in  his  words,  she  can  hear  it  in  the  silence  and  the  pauses  between  his  voice,  but  his  reaction  makes  her  smile,  brighter  and  wider  than  before.  ❝  hmm, careful,  ❞  the  words  are  paired  with  a  wave  of  the  spoon  in  her  hand  as  she  watches  him  move  comfortably  around  the  kitchen,  as  though  he’s  BELONGS  in  the  space  that  is  so  severely  underutilized  in  her  own  home  all  along,  a  teasing  warning  layered  in  the  words,  ❝  with  compliments  like  that,  i  might  end  up  letting  it  get  to  my  head.  even  maybe  start  expecting  some  things.  like  you  telling  me  a  bit  more  about  yourself..  ❞  /  @hesalvation·.

nothing about her makes him feel uncomfortable.  not in that sense,  anyway.  not her blunt honesty,  or her mouth that could run away with her.  not the way she was so open,  so honest.  whether through her words,  her actions,  or the way she felt..  it was refreshing.  her kindness,  her genuine,  complimentary nature,  her warmth.  it was something he’d long since forgotten.  it was something..  he’d never really had.  and it definitely wasn’t something he was used to.  but he enjoyed it.  even when they were talking about the things that weren’t easy to talk about,  facing things that weren’t easy to face.  even when those things were unsaid,  and they relied entirely on just being next to one another in comfortable silence.  those simple moments with her,  moments like right here,  right now,  were some of his favourites.

❝ that sounds dangerous.. ❞  he says to her teasing,  giving her the same energy in return.  ❝ hm, ❞  his sandy head tilted in thought as he narrowed his eyes on her,  squinting at her in playful accusation.  ❝ i think.. i can probably deal with that.. ❞  he told her,  a slow,  wide,  smile pulling onto his face as he looked back at her.  as the two continue their playful back and forth,  he moved closer,  taking the wooden spoon in her outstretched hand to direct her to stir their creation.  ❝ here, ❞  stefan intervened, helping her to stir for a few moments.  the heat rises,  letting stefan know that they’re almost done,  and instead of keeping the spoon there,  he gently took the utensil from her,  raising it carefully towards her lips.  ❝ try it. ❞  

as izzy swallows the mouthful,  he smiles,  open and genuine,  watching as she closes her eyes to savour the taste as the spices dance across her tongue.  grinning at her obvious enjoyment and not wanting her to think he was changing the subject, he adds,  ❝ i could say the same about you,  you know. ❞  he chuckles,  ❝ but what were you thinking?  what burning questions does the isabelle lightwood have for me? ❞  he asked,  that same wide smile still in place as he leaned against the worktop beside her,  watching over their meal.

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LEXI BRANSON​:

❝  OH,  DON’T  BE  such  a  baby,  ❞  her  brown  eyes  roll  in  a  dramatic  fashion,  bottom  lip  jutting  out  in  a  bit  of  a  pout  as  she  reaches  out  to  nudge  his  shoulder,  ❝  don’t  tell  me  you’re  afraid  of  a  little  haunted  house.  come  on,  it’ll  be  fun!  it’s  not  like  we  GET  to  do  this  sort  of  thing  often.  besides,  it’s  not  like  it’s  gonna  be  scary!  we’re  basically  the  scariest  thing  that’s  going  to  be  there.  what’s  got  you  all  worried?  ❞

♕  ⎝  @hesalvation​  sent  〉  ❝  i’m  not  going  in  there.  ❞

❝ that’s.. kind of the point, lexi.. ❞  stefan raised his eyebrows incredulously at his best friend, looking from her to the house in question.  her dark brown eyes were full of amusement at him, his ability to turn even something that was supposed to be  ❛  fun ❜ , something carefree that would get him out of his head, into something he’d endlessly worry about;  but they held the same trust that they always did, too.  for now, stefan tried to ignore it.  ❝ i’m worried.. ❞  he started,  ❝  that a group of kids are gonna come in here, and i’m going to want to rip their heads off.. ❞  he spoke with his jaw slightly clenched, worry etched upon his brow.  a twinge of regret came in the same second as he looked at his best friend.  saw the excitement that had been in her eyes start to dim..  it wasn’t every day that they got to do this.  nowadays, he barely got to see her at all.  stefan sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing at his temple.  then, after another moment’s hesitation, he rolled his eyes and fell into step beside her with an offer of his arm and a lazy smile; the way they usually walked when they were together.

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THE ANGELS WOULDN’T HAVE GIVEN ME THIS POWER … IF THEY DIDN’T WANT ME TO USE IT.

independent, selective & headcanon based CLARY FAIRCHILD of freeform’s shadowhunters. canon divergent with heavy influence from netflix’s LUCIFER. understood by shelley. est. mar 2019, rev. oct 2020. ©

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