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Some points from Sabaa’s SKY Spoiler Chat that I loved or found interesting

- Sabaa said she’s always shipped Elias and Laia and she’s been shipping them since day 1

- That quote Elias says at the end of Sky “I wish I could live a thousand lives so I can fall in love with you a thousand times” was based/taken from her husband when he proposed to her

- Helene and Laia could never be best friends but writing Helene and Laia’s friendship/moments made her start shipping them

- The moon festival quote is too dirty to translate but it has to do with a flower

- The nightbringer’s death was the saddest for her to write

- She thought about killing off Afya and Quin

- Her favorite scene to write in Sky was Elias and Laia’s scene in the cabin

- She was seriously considering killing off Elias but her mom said no

- Sabaa said right now Laia is probably learning to be a Kehanni and finding a sense of peace and purpose and Elias is teaching and enjoying his time with family and avoiding quin cause he probably wants him to take over the family name and start making babies

- Had Laia been in Helene’s place she probably would’ve ended up like Elias too

- Elias was always going to fight and come back

- She specifically requested Elias to hold Laia’s armlet on book 4’s cover cause its like a life line that does lead him to come back

- She relates to Elias the most so being able to get him to love himself and have a happy ending meant a lot to her

- She wanted to write male characters that didn’t have toxic masculinity

- Sabaa said she wanted to write Elias and Laia’s relationship in a way that would show their love would last and wouldn’t burn out. That it could last forever

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Lady Midnight Deleted Scene

via Cassandra Clare’s email newsletter

Emma discovered the sea caves when she was eleven years old. She’d been at the beach with her parents when she found them — great fingers of gray rock reaching into the ocean, and boring through them, like tunnels in the stone, were the caves. They were open to the ocean on both ends, and they smelled delightful, like sea water and wet rock and dark, secret things. She was thirteen years old when she and Julian declared the sea caves their official meeting place. If anything ever happened at or to the Institute — and they both had nightmares about it, ever since the attack during the Dark War — they would meet at the caves. She was fourteen years old when she first showed the sea caves to Cameron Ashdown. The Ashdowns had come to Los Angeles after the Dark War, easily situating themselves among the small Conclave of Shadowhunters who lived in the city. Although all Conclaves were small now, since the deaths in the war. The Clave was doing everything it could to track down every wayward mundane who might have a drop of Nephilim blood, even if their family had left the Shadowhunters generations ago. Still, it would be decades before they were the strength they once had been. Cameron, his parents, and his younger sister, Paige, moved into a house in Santa Monica and, as soon as they could, arranged to visit the Institute to decide if Paige and Cameron were going to have lessons with the Blackthorns or hire their own tutor. Diana was there to greet them and show them the training rooms, the library, and the classroom. Emma was in the training room, practicing fencing with Livvy. She was taller and stronger than Livvy, but Livvy was lightning-fast on her feet, which gave her the advantage with a saber. Ty and Julian were watching: Ty was cheering for Livvy, and Jules for Emma, as if it were a real match. The door opened, and Cameron and his sister came in with Diana. Emma stopped in her tracks, which allowed Livvy to score with the side of her blade across Emma’s shoulder. “Emma!” she complained. “You’re not paying attention.” But Emma was already pushing her mask back, letting her hair spill down. Cameron Ashdown might have grown up in Idris, but he looked like the perfect California boy, with fiery red hair, tanned skin, broad shoulders, and hazel eyes. His nose looked as if it had been broken before, but it lent his face a charming asymmetry. His sister Paige was a small copy of him, with short red hair and a pointed chin. She regarded Emma with dislike, perhaps because Emma was staring at her brother. Emma had been thinking lately, rather scientifically, about the fact that she was fourteen years old and hadn’t kissed anyone yet. Nor, she thought, growing up in the Blackthorn house, was it likely. They rarely saw other children their age; the Conclave simply wasn’t that big, and now that the Academy in Idris had re-opened, most younger Shadowhunters were being trained there. She thought of Julian, the way that when he smiled at her, he seemed to put his whole self into the smile. The way it lit up the room and made her heart catch. Cameron Ashdown was looking at her curiously as Diana made the introductions; Livvy was tugging off her helmet. Lowering her blade, Emma smiled at Cameron, putting all of herself into it. When he smiled back, he looked dazzled. Later, after the Ashdowns had gone, Ty said, “I didn’t like them.” Julian ruffled his hair. Instead of saying what Emma had expected — something about how Ty had to give them a chance — he said, “I didn’t like them either.” “Why not?” she asked, curious. He shrugged. “I just didn’t.” “Well, too bad,” said Diana. “You kids need to spend time with some people who aren’t Blackthorns.” She eyed Emma. “Or Carstairs.” The Ashdowns came back, the next weekend, and the next weekend after that. It was the summer, and the group spent their time at the beach, getting sunburned, swimming in the water — all except Emma — and building sandcastles with the younger children. Ty built meticulous sandcastles, carefully sculpted, while Livvy’s were shapeless and towering, collapsing under their own weight as they climbed toward the sky. They buried Tavvy in sand, and Drusilla sat cross-legged and lost in a book — Paige was nearly the same age as her, but the girls ignored each other. Later, Emma thought that should have been a warning to her. Later she blamed herself for everything. She was fourteen when she brought Cameron to see the caves. He had been teasing her about never going into the water; she laughed, but didn’t tell him why. Instead she drew him away from the group and brought him into her favorite of the caves: not the biggest, but the longest and most winding. It was possible to find a bend in the tunnel where the ocean couldn’t be seen from either side. She drew Cameron in after her and faced him, her heart pounding. She studied the hazel color of his eyes in the shadows, their mixture of blue and brown and green. She held out her hands, not knowing how to be anything but direct. “Do you want to kiss me?” she said. He swallowed hard and nodded. He was shaking as he pulled her toward him and kissed her gently, her head tipping back, her hands finding purchase on his shoulders. She stroked his arms, lightly, timidly; his mouth was warm and soft, and he tasted like strawberry ice cream. Kissing was everything she’d hoped it would be. It was like a good kind of drowning, filling her ears and eyes with forgetfulness, blocking out the crashing sound of the waves against the shore. Cameron’s touch became more urgent, sliding up from her waist, and she leaned harder against him, and that was when she heard someone scream. 

It sounded like a scream of anger rather than pain or fear, but Emma had heard screams at a distance before and she tore away from Cameron without a thought and burst into a run. He followed her. When they reached the beach where they’d left the others, they both stared: Ty was sitting on the sand, and Julian was holding Paige by the collar of her t-shirt, his face white with rage. Later, Emma found out what had happened. Livvy and Dru had gone to collect seashells; Julian was sketching up by the dunes, and Ty had been making a sandcastle with Paige half-heartedly helping him. He’d picked up a piece of sea glass and become fascinated with it. Ty became fascinated with things sometimes: the way an ink blot spread across a page, or the way dye feathered into water. He would sit and look at them, lost in contemplation. If he was especially distracted, it would take a gentle hand on his shoulder, or his name spoken softly, to rouse him. But Paige had done neither of those things. When she’d asked him what he was doing and he hadn’t reacted, she’d thrown a handful of sand into his face. Ty had come back to himself choking and blinded and gasping. He’d started rocking, his hands fluttering, his butterflies frantic. “Freak,” Paige had snapped. “Stop doing that, you freak.” And then Julian had been there, hauling Paige bodily to her feet. As Emma ran up, Cameron beside her, they heard him hiss. “If you ever,” he said, “ever, call my brother names again, I’ll kill you. I don’t care if you’re a girl. I’ll kill you.” “Stop it! Stop!” Cameron darted ahead of Emma and yanked his sister away from Julian; she promptly started crying. Julian looked at him in a daze. In the distance, Emma could see Livvy and Dru running toward them across the sand. “Get her away,” he said. “Both of you get away, and don’t come back.” Cameron turned to Emma, his face open, puzzled. “We could talk about this,” he said. “We — we should talk about this.” Emma looked from him, to Julian, who was crouching down by Ty now, saying his name, softly, his voice full of love and panic. And she turned to Cameron, who was holding his red-faced sister and looking at her with a look that said that he expected her to take his side. That their kiss in the caves had been a signal that her allegiance had changed. That she would be loyal to him now, and not Julian. “Go away,” she said. “Like Julian said. And don’t ever bring her back.” A few weeks later, she and Julian left for Idris, for their parabatai ceremony. When they came back, Paige had been sent to the Academy. A month after that, Emma began dating Cameron for the first time.

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parabatai Emma & Julian

(”the Dark Artifices” by Cassandra Clare)

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Getting the Gaang back together! Instagram | Twitter

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🥢🍤🥟

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Katara’s Childhood // Katara’s story is really powerful. I wanted to show both the devastating loss she experienced as well as the hope as her father sets out, beginning a long chain of events that eventually include her and her brother bringing freedom and hope to so many people.

By Devin Elle Kurtz (me) Instagram | Twitter

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Excuse me… aren’t you the Fire Lord?

Zuko still takes shifts at the Jasmine Dragon and Katara likes surprising him.

Redrew this from 2 years ago :)  love these two so much huhuhu 

pls don’t steal/repost without permission

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@peachieflame‘s moon spirit sokka au lives in my head rent free

anyways here’s sokka and zuko’s first unchaperoned outing together. i imagine sokka was super sheltered growing up and he’s sick and tired of everyone mother hen-ing him

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Zuko’s cat cafe 

This was partially inspired by @itszukkatime‘s post on Zuko owning a bookstore that’s also a cat cafe, but I just wanted to draw the cat cafe

hope you like it, please reblog!

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water tribes magazines🌊

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blood bending!katara icons

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# precious kids in love.

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