#the dewinters

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FINAL SPACE 3.09 - Hyper-Transdimensional Bridge Rising

[alohaasaloevera]

The first 2 magisterium books were so banger bro they were so descriptive the characters were amazing the plot? Amazing.

Don’t forget when Call slapped Constantine’s head on a table. that was a banger move, Call.

[ashpkat]

i love pinterest for blessing me with amazing images that i can make into masterpieces

[secretly-a-catamount]

RIP Sarah Novak, you would’ve loved the Kane Chronicles by Rick Riordan.

[etchuke]

Magisterium doodles

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

Obsessed with how Call is like. The antithesis of most YA protagonists. And yet everyone around him falls in love with him as if he were one. Aaron. Jasper. Celia. Tamara. They take one look at this moody kid with a super weird relationship with his dad who has no idea how to interact with other humans and think: "I can fix him"

[citrusscale-remastered]

Jasper: I’m so much more than just a pretty face.  Call: Since when did you have a pretty face?

[slaygentford]

[theenemyod]

Headcannons for between the third and fourth book:

Jasper was told about Aaron's death the night it happened by a master. He was told Call was the murderer. He didn't believe it and kept trying to figure out who, he knew Tamara knew but he didn't want to force her to remember everything again by asking questions.

Aaron's funeral was an open casket and no one who knew him other than assembly members and Alex managed to get through the thing without tears.

Alex stayed at the Magisterium until he graduated. He felt like leaving early would be failure, even though he'd just committed a murder.

Jasper finally asked Tamara what happened two months after Aaron's death, when he thought she'd be able to speak about it a little bit without too much pain.

Tamara tried to convince Kimiya that Alex did kill Aaron, she only started to believe her when she saw him practice using chaos magic but they don't have enough proof yet.

Tamara is moved to Jaspers apprentice ground because one person groups aren't allowed. She was getting extremely angry at the amount of bad things Celia said about Call.

[crispy-kitten-princess]

Pierces - Secret

[constantinemaddentheenemyofdeath]

Copper Gauntlet final update:

OKAY SO A LOT HAS HAPPENED!!

Alastair isn’t actually evil which I’m glad of cuz now he’s back in my top 3 favorite characters. But what I’m not glad of is that there’s a spy in Magisterium. I’m not exactly worried abt the spy but about what the spy wants. They clearly don’t work for Joseph since the wild elemental tried also to kill Call which means that there’s an another evil guy who is probably even stronger than Joseph and is also from Magisterium which means that there will be a betrayal. To be honest i have two suspects and one of them is Celia(NOW HEAR ME OUT!) she knows everything about everyone and just feels a little too innocent and kind just like Drew did and he ended up being Josephine’s son. Also I think Celia doesn’t like makars because of Constantine. She also showed her darker side to Call when she said that she would murder Constantine if she ever met him. But here’s the problem with this solution: Celia doesn’t have an access to the wild elementals nor does she have the power to command them which can explain why the elemental started attacking everyone and not just Aaron(or maybe she’s just evil). Or maybe she tried to kill Call cuz she somehow found out who he is and she hates him. But why did she kiss him then?(it should’ve been Aaron) My other suspect is one of the Masters or even Rufus himself since they have the power to access the elementals. But why would they kill their students? The answer remains to be seen.

But what I actually came here to talk about is Call…where should I even begin?

First of all, the severed head was a slay move(literally)(talking abt Constantine not about Verity)(I really don’t understand how they said that a book with severed teenage girl’s head as a door knocker is for children)

Second, the more important thing, the secret is out. In the whole book it was my favorite moment, especially when all the chaos-ridden people followed all his orders. He also unlocked his chaos magic which means nothing but problems. I’m so happy that Call’s friends were so much more chill abt it than I expected. I kinda want to see Call in his evil era tho…

(Yaaay Jasper is getting his character development!!)

I just remembered that next to Drew’s body there was a picture of him and his dad and someone else but that person was ripped out of the picture. Sus.

I’m so sad they Jericho’s body was destroyed because it was so cute how he has all his important stuff around him😭Constantine really loved his brother🫶🏻🫶🏻

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FINAL SPACE 3.09 - Hyper-Transdimensional Bridge Rising

[callum-hunt-is-bisexual]

i know ive said judith and jase from 36 questions r very calron but currently relistening to the album and i think their inherent toxicity because of their relationship's foundation is very winterhunt

[ashpkat]

YOOOOOO NEW FIC

[etchuke]

[secretly-a-catamount]

(@ashpkat I finally started working on this again.)

  “I don’t suppose you have a plan to sit through an interview for the Daily Planet, do you, Mr. Hunt?”

  Callum Hunt’s grey eyes flicked to the reporter —  he was right, it was America’s Prodigal Son, their (literal) golden boy Superman, although, of course, in disguise as a regular everyday citizen — and then back to his champagne-filled glass, deciding that after an entire evening of forced social niceties at a gala he hadn’t wanted to host, he, quite frankly, deserved to spit the first rude thing that came to his mind at his . . . he took a long sip of his drink . . . one-sided workplace adversary. “Not from you, Stewart.”

  Aaron, to his credit, simply took the barbed words in stride, pulled out the chair across from Call, and seated himself. His every movement was infuriatingly beautiful and gracefully-inhuman, hell, the man himself was infuriatingly beautiful, he looked perfect, he acted perfect, he was perfect. God, how Call hated him.

  Aaron steepled his fingers together, “Well, I’m the only reporter from the Daily Planet here right now.” He had the audacity to smile. His teeth were as white and straight as he was.

  “So I suppose I just imagined Tamara Rajavi clinging to your arm earlier as you entered the building?” It took Call a moment to find the bronze-skinned woman wearing a camera around her neck and the brightest red dress he’d ever seen. She stood by the punch fountain studying her half-emptied glass as if it where the most interesting thing in the world, although Call thought the behavior had something more to do with fending off the handsy old man she’d just manage to pry away from her body than a genuine interest in crystal glassware.

  “Tamara’s here as a photographer, Jasper called in sick.” Aaron said, following Call’s gaze with his own. His golden brows furrowed.

  “Excuse me,” he got up from the table hastily, leaving his notebook and pen behind. “I have to go . . . help her before she punches someone.”

  He wove through the crowd of people easily, as if it were second nature, as if he had grown up inside the rings of Gotham’s high society instead of on a farm in rural Kansas. Call’s eyes lingered on the other man’s retreating back longer than he wanted to admit, thoughts tumbling through his head, before he forcefully turned his attention back to the table and the champagne in his hand. Call sucked in a hissing breath at the sight of black ink spilling from the pen Aaron had left uncapped, staining the pristine white tablecloth. He grabbed the pen, and then, after a moment of reflection, dragged the notepad over to him as well.

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  When Aaron had finally returned, Tamara Rajavi trailing in his wake, he’d found his pen capped and set in an emptied champagne glass, the cotton tablecloth splattered with dry ink, and a series of paragraphs scribbled across yellowing paper in a tight, looping scrawl. The reporters had mingled some more, gathered their things, and then left, Tamara driving, Aaron studying the handwritten papers.

  “Well,” Tamara said, “at least we know he’s still a dick.” She took a quick swig of her lemonade. “On the clock as a superhero or not.” Lounging on Aaron’s rickety couch, heels discarded, blood-red dress with its plunging necklace exchanged for an old t-shirt and soft shorts, hair unbraided, and eyes halfway closed, she looked very comfortable. Aaron was glad for his friend, even if he wished he could feel some of the same solace.

  “I thought he was remarkably civil.” Aaron responded, posture knife-straight as he typed into his word processor. The dim light blurred across his face in the otherwise dark room.

  “You would.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “I don’t know, have you looked in a mirror lately? Your Mr.-Goody-Two-Shoes. You like everyone, even when you shouldn’t.”

  “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

  “That’s what I’m here for, Superman.” Her words were slurred, sleep dragging her down into its embrace.