#tid hottie

[mayaheronthorn]

TID fancast PART 2

Jessamine - Grace Van Patten

A bitch face AND face card? Sign me up 😍

Sophie - Phoebe Dynevor

Soft features but strong personality 😤 queen and the owner of Gideon Lightwood 🤗

Gideon - 2005 Hayden Christensen

This just seems right to me 😭 he's a hottie

Cecily - 2000 Liv Tyler

I've been in love with her since I was a kid, I had to do it, there was no other option. Liv is Cecily 😤

Gabriel - Maxence Danet-Fauvel

He's charming and probably full of himself, what can I say 😍

[khaleesiofalicante]

Dani you have me thirsting over Robert fricking Lightwood at 9am in the morning

WHAT JS THIS WHY IS HE SO HOT

WHY ARE LIGHTWOODS SO FUCKING HOT

Robert and Maryse’ son bagged Magnus Bane. Obvi that family looks 🥵🥵🥵

Also what do you mean why are they hot sjsksks don’t you remember their ancestors? TID LIGHTWOODS? MR GIDEON AND MR GABRIEL. OG HOTTIES 😳

[imherongraystairstrash]

If the whole promo thing is still going, what would you think of 56 for Henry/Charlotte?

I’m sorry I keep writing such long fics :( I just get too carried away sometimes, especially if I get to write a Hottie fic! (No joke, I squealed from excitement when I saw this request) Anyway, here it is:

Prompt #56: “I did it to protect you.”

Ship: Henry & Charlotte (Hottie/ Fairwell)

Charlotte stared at her husband’s expressionless face and counted each breath, each pulse she felt in her hand. With each beat of his heart, the same sentence repeated in her mind: please wake up. Charlotte kissed his hand and rested her forehead on it. 

She felt horrible. It was all her fault that Henry would never be able to walk again as she was the one to send them to Cadair Idris. The weight of her guilt was unbearable and she had no ways of relieving it. She looked at her husband again. Sweet Henry, with his wonderful boyish smile and his adorable freckles and the way he speaks so passionately of his experiments and— 

Charlotte held back a sob. No, she would not cry. She’d done enough of that and if she cried anymore, it would be absurd. That’s what her father used to say, anyway; don’t show too much emotion because it makes you look weak, Charlotte; you’re too sensitive, Charlotte; don’t cry over a bruised knee, you’re being incredibly dramatic, Charlotte. 

It wasn’t that her father was a bad man, he was just repeating what he’d been taught. As a result, however, Charlotte didn’t show much emotion through her facial expressions, at least not until she began fancying Henry Branwell. 

She was young and had thought all of the other boys rude or dull. But when she first met Henry, when she first had a conversation with him, her heart had yearned for him and had never stopped. 

How he spoke with such passion she had never seen in a man their age. His emerald eyes practically glowed as he spoke of his love for science. He was younger than she and yet he was so interesting, so different. She could have listened to him speak until the sun reached the horizon that night. Perhaps even longer. 

After that, she’d begun searching for his face every time there was an event. She loved him with every fibre of her body. He made her realize expressing emotion was not weak or sensitive and inspired her to be more open to others, to take a tiny piece of herself and display it to the world.

She sighed and switched positions again, resting her head on his chest and listening to the pitter-patter of his heart. The Silent Brothers said he would awake, but he was still asleep, and the longer he slept, the harder it was for Charlotte to trust the brothers. Lying so close to him made her remember of times gone by. Of memories she will hold close in her heart, like photographs in a box, so not to forget them:

She remembered how he fumbled for his stele, how he was red faced as he drew the second marriage rune over her heart. Though she had been nervous for that moment of the night, she found herself at ease with Henry, who never made her uncomfortable. Even though she thought he didn’t love her, she couldn’t feel nervous because all she could think about was how Henry was her husband and that he might one day love her. For now, he cared for her and that was all she needed. 

Charlotte didn’t realize how much she had yearned for love—utter and complete love—until Henry gave it to her. Now, she had grown so accustomed to being loved she couldn’t bear not having it.  

She closed her eyes and willed the tears away. Until, that is, she felt fingers in her hair and, startled, whipped her head up. Henry was looking at her, a sleepy smile on his wonderful face. Charlotte admired him for less than a second before she threw herself at him in very unladylike fashion, and fastened her arms around his neck. She dug her face into his neck. 

“I’m so happy you’re awake.”

She felt Henry chuckle under her. He placed the softest of kisses on her temple and held her. Charlotte allowed herself to bask in the embrace. How many times had she wanted to do this since they were married and hadn’t because she was convinced that he didn’t love her? That throwing herself at him would be unwanted attention?

She couldn’t help but think of a time when she was in a similar position as this, when they had been married for a couple of years…

Days Past:

“Henry, why did you let yourself get hurt like that?” Charlotte asked. She had been in his crypt with him, when they were frightened by a loud bang upstairs (most likely from one of the children upstairs), which prompted Henry to drop too much of a solution into another. Charlotte didn’t remember much of what happened next, only that she ended up behind Henry, who’d taken the brunt of the explosion, covering his forearms and parts of his neck and face in burns.  Thankfully, none were too severe and he should recover with little to no scarring. 

“I did it to protect you, Charlotte.” Henry said. 

Charlotte felt her heart sinking. 

“You let yourself get burned so that I wouldn’t get hurt?”

“Of course, Lottie. And I’d do it again and again.”

“Henry, you could have been killed.”

“I know.”

Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat. Henry had risked his life, his extraordinary life which he could spend inventing something that will save countless Nephilim lives, for her plain life. She was no wonder, nor could she ever dream of being more than a measly Head of Institute, but Henry? His life was irreplaceable. And yet he’d risked it for her’s without a second of doubt. 

She felt herself lean towards her husband before she knew what she was doing. By the time she realized, their lips were too close for her to back away. She stayed there, frozen on the spot, completely and utterly horrified. She looked at Henry’s wide eyes and knew she’d made a huge mistake. How foolish was she to not realize her protected her because of nothing other than friendship? Henry was fond of her, nothing more. He didn’t want this kind of affection from her. She was about to back away, hoping Henry would forget this embarrassing moment, when he lifted his head enough to catch her lips in his. 

Charlotte was frozen in surprise, for only a moment, before she began kissing him back. It was so sweet and wonderful that she allowed herself to be lost in it. It was only her and Henry and it didn’t matter that he didn’t love her the way she loved him because he was kissing her and he liked her enough to jump in front of that explosion so that she would be safe. For now, that was all she needed. His warm hand at the nape of her neck, how his thumb stroked where her jawline began made her feel as though electricity were coursing through her body. Most of all, it felt right; as though this was the way it was supposed to be.

She wished she could kiss him like this more often, that imitate moments didn’t occur once in a blue moon, but at least she was married to the man she loved, at least—

“Must you two do this in public? It’s such an eyesore.” 

Charlotte and Henry quickly pulled apart. 

Henry’s face was red from embarrassment. From the heat she felt on her cheeks, she didn’t doubt for a moment that she looked the same. 

“What is it, Will?” Charlotte said, trying to regain some composure.

“Those ghastly Silent Brothers have gone back to their lonely cave home, or whatever it’s called.”

“The Silent City,” Henry said helpfully.

“I couldn’t care less what it’s called.”

“Will,” Charlotte said, hiding her face in her hands. “A tiny bit of manners, please.” 

Will looked at her for a moment and then turned away in a dismissive gesture.

“Anyway, they said that Henry has to stay in that bed for a day or two… I guess that’s a blessing for the other institute inhabitants, since you can’t have—”

“Will.”

Will gave them a devilish smile. “Well, that’s it. Carry on, I guess.”

Charlotte still had trouble believing Will was twelve; so young and yet so quick to judge. He seemed to try to get her to hate him, but Charlotte could never do anything but love him. Every time she looked into his eyes, she saw that little boy, who begged to not let his parents into the Institute. Who pleaded for Charlotte to take him in. 

“What are we going to do with that boy?”

“He’s just going through something.” Henry said, “all young lads do. It’ll go away with age.”

Charlotte gave the door a long look. “I hope so.”

What she wanted to say, but didn’t dare voice out for fear, was that she hoped he was alright.

…

“What’s the matter, Lottie?”

Now, Charlotte looked into her husband’s eyes. They reminded her always of the first time they’d met and she was enthralled by them.

“Henry,” she said, putting a hand to his cheek. She could feel tears streaming down her face because she was going to have to tell him. Brother Enoch offered to be the bearer of bad news, as had Will, but she insisted on telling Henry herself. She knew he would want it to be her. But that didn’t make it any less difficult.

“Henry, darling, i—it’s your legs.”

Henry’s face smoothed out.

“You’re paralyzed from the hip down.” She said, choking out the words.

Henry caught her eye and then looked down, his eyebrow furrowing. He wasn’t angry; he looked confused. And then sad. 

“Lottie,” he said, looking up at her. “If you wish to get a divorce—”

Charlotte’s jaw fell open in horror. “Divorce?! Henry, why would I divorce you? I love you more than anything I could love in this world.”

Henry locked eyes with her and let out a deep breath in relief. 

He smiled at her with such genuine joy, her heart broke a little bit. “Then being paralyzed can’t be that bad. Not with you by my side.”

Charlotte didn’t restrain herself like she would have, before she knew Henry loved her back. Instead she threw herself in his arms and kissed him.

“I’ll help you the best I can, Henry.”

“I know you will, Lottie. You’re the sweetest woman God ever made. And you blessed me with being able to call you my wife.”

“It is I who is blessed.” Charlotte said, kissing him before he could say anything else. Henry was alright, which meant she would be alright too.

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[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

Been thinking about softy dom old!jonesy a lot lately……

like what am I supposed to do with this

[branw3lls]

a playlist for charlotte fairchild *

happy 167th birthday, legend!!!!!!!! 

[drublaccthorn]

Henry’s brain : [thinking about some random facts at 3AM]

Henry : Lottie... Lottie! DID YOU KNOW—

[dayscrazed]

Will: *admits he is grateful* *defends his family and his home* *is motivated in formulating a plan*

Charlotte: “Was that Will?”

Henry: “Perhaps he’s been kidnapped and replaced by an automaton. It seems possible...”

Clockwork Prince, page 425

[spookydru]

HENRY BRANWELL - The Infernal Devices

“Surely the Shadowhunter community must honor you and hold you in high esteem as a gentleman who has truly advanced their race.”

WILLIAM HERONDALE

THERESA GRAY 

JAMES CARSTAIRS

CECILY HERONDALE

CHARLOTTE FAIRCHILD

JESSAMINE LOVELACE

SOPHIA COLLINS

[belle-keys]

Reflections: She got better after Clace concerning tropes

(NB... this is gonna be my last Reflections because I've got uni and shit to take on in September 😗)

Okay, so we know Cassandra Clare uses age-old tropes in her books: enemies-to-lovers, strangers-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, the evil seductress, the fearless warrior, the secret special snowflake, etc. However, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing, becuse it’s sort of impossible to create written media without using any tropes. It’s how you use the tropes that makes written media interesting, and what I’ve noticed is that Cassie has gotten better at using tropes and paragons since TMI in her books by adding little twists and turns to them to avoid them becoming generic.

Starting off with TMI and Clace for example, we see that Clary is the classic “special teen with hidden powers that discovers a new supernatural world”, falling into that category with Bella Swan, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, etc. Jace is the aloof hottie with a Dark Past, and operates like a modern day Achilles if he made it out of Elysium, lmao. He’s pretty akin to Edward Cullen, Peter Mellarke, Dimitri Belikov, etc. Clace and their character arcs especially in the first TMI trilogy were pretty generic, even at the time they were published. (NB but Jace really is Achilles man like he’s *golden*, has the military-type fighting skills and discipline, powerful daddy issues, best of the Shadowhunters kinda like how Achilles was the best of the Greeks, feared and lauded by everyone, believed he’s destined for tragedy).

But looking at TID, for example, Cassie went with the Love Triangle trope that was especially popular around the time that TID was written, and she was like “oh hell no” and then created the greatest thing in the world known as Herongraystairs *Spongebob rainbow gif*. The late 2000s were kind of a mild time, and the rule of thumb was that the the main girl just had to end up picking one man in the triangle but nawww Cassie decided that Tessa Gray (bless her) would get both of her male counterparts at appropriate times, love them equally AND have it happen without any hostility between them. She completely outdid the Love Triangle trope.

I made a post discussing why Jemma is a great ship and a great spin on the Forbidden Lovers trope already, but I also need to say that Julian is an exceptional character. He, without hesitation, takes on the most traditional of feminine roles in the series yet isn’t feminine at all- he’s a very masculine protagonist. Julian’s more masculine roles (being a leader in a political revolution, being a schemer, being a fighter) are perfectly foiled with the traits which often assigned to female YA protagonists (no sexual experience before Emma, raises his siblings and bakes and shit, isn’t the one who’s snarky and quips or gets violent quickly). In having Julian take on the main parent role in TDA, it allowed Cassie to show a YA male lead who’s secure and doesn’t depend on what others make traditional masculinity out to be in order to dictate his behavior.

Now let’s look at TLH lastly. I’m really partial to this series as you all may know *cough*. The trope here is Secrets and Miscommunication (which I know some of you absolutely hate, but I think some of said miscommunication is actually necessary given the social context of the series but alas, I don’t blame yall for hating TLH because of this at all, lol). See, what works about the whole secrets and miscommunication trope tho is that everyone is not what they seem. Like Matthew’s the Wildean Libertine right, but he’s actually managed to use that branding as a shield from the shame of his guilt (Oscar Wilde’s philosophy laudes beauty and love, yet Matthew himself does not believe himself to be worthy of this coveted love - Matthew’s soul has turned Gothic despite his self-branding as an aesthete). Grace is the Evil Seductress, the Femme Fatale who must be eliminated so the Good Girl can get the guy, but in reality, Grace is inquisitive and inventive and loving when she’s not guarded - the one woman who the world thinks is heartless is actually the one who hurts the most and enjoys hurting the least. Then we have the James who’s the Eligible Bachelor - he’s well read, a leader, good at Shadowhunting, polite, handsome, and desired by the ladies of London. Yet at his core runs Belial’s blood and his inevitable ties to literal Hell. James, who should be the classic charming hero, is running from something very unmistakably rotten within him (even though his heritage is beyond his control). So these societal paragons are all tinged with something unexpected that makes them interesting imo.

So yeah, to conclude: yes, Cassie’s writing uses a lot of generic tropes but I’d argue that her writing has improved to make age-old tropes and epithets interesting and novel as TSC progresses. I think we also could all attribute the creation of the Herondale to Cassie: obnoxiously attractive and poetic young male with a bottomless heart and strong opinions on the proclivities and capabilities of ducks? Yeah, that’s a Herondale.

[firstgianteggwobbler]

Yuiji-Yamato art evolution.

So as I promised, I'll be churning out more koi contents in the coming days. I am myself hungry for koi contents and I hope these tid bits can help us sustain ourselves while we wait for eternity for the next chapter to arrive.

I made a grid showing how both Yuiji and Yamato's artwork have changed over the course of three volumes.

My boy Yuiji has gotten a really good upgrade.

First volume.

Second volume. Getting cuter Yuiji.

Present. Yuiji just became irresistibly adorable ?

As for Yamato. Well Yamato is a certified hottie. He's pretty much kept the spot for Mr. Handsome since the beginning.

First volume.

Second.

Present.

Yes Yamato is an immortal gorgeous prince.

Overall I really love her present artwork more than the previous. 💕

Thanks for scrolling 👋❤️

[branw3lls]

“the sweetest woman god ever made, he heard henry say earlier.” *

[branw3lls]

(via https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1Eh8OzrcS4CYgpO7wLkLIi?si=GU6HFjrNR7GRqxREWMXpRw)

a charlotte fairchild/henry branwell playlist

[dayscrazed]

Henry: “What pure genius, Charlotte. Pretending you could summon the Clave on the spot, just to frighten that man! But how did you know I’d have a device you could put to your uses?”

Charlotte: “Well, you did, darling. Didn’t you?”

Henry: “You are as terrifying as you are wonderful, my dear.”

Clockwork Angel page 150

[dayscrazed]

“You are not plain. You are beautitiful. And I didn’t ask your father if I could marry you out of duty; I did it because I loved you. I’ve always loved you. I’m your husband.”

- Henry Branwell to Charlotte, Clockwork Prince page 421

[imherongraystairstrash]

Where do you think tid ships went on a honeymoon or romantic trip in case they didnt have honeymoon per se? I think Wessa would be Paris and Lyon

Sry anonnn!! When I tell u I’ve answered this a million times and ended up not finishing, I’m not kidding

Anyway, you’re totally right about Wessa!! I immediately thought Paris for them. I’ve never actually seen pictures of Lyon, but I looked it up and definitely got wessa vibes.

Gabrily: I feel like they wanted an adventure and to see cool things, so I thought Africa for them. They’d probably also go to the highlands.

Sophideon: Spain, obviously, but also Rome and Greece seem to fit their sort of vibes. I feel like in modern times they’d be more beachy vibes lol

Hottie: this ones hard. Maybe Poland? Or Vienna. For no reason other than them seeming cultured lol

[belle-keys]

It’s always so funny to observe YA book trends, cus it's all the product of social media hype, marketing, and the publishing world’s scheming that decides what we read. Content is often disseminated based on marketability and not necessarily quality (this is old news, but still).

Like back in 2005-2008 or so, we had the Twilight-Harry Potter dichotomy essentially ruling the scene, and thus these two series were responsible for why the Percy Jackson series, City of Bones and Vampire Academy, for instance, blew up so much, because these latter series all reiterated the themes that Twilight and Harry Potter (and their rivalry) promoted: secret worlds, beings, societies, and their institutions living among regular people in modern society. Then let’s go to 2011-2014 where the shit was dystopian fiction. It’s easier to illustrate what happened here in terms of trends: The Hunger Games popped off (rightly so) and thus Divergent, The Maze Runner, The Giver, Delirium, Shatter Me and The Selection were the trends now. Likewise, I wanna bet that Hush Hush and Fallen got hype in 2013-2014 cus of TMI and TID ending around that time. John Green had people reading all kinds of sappy, angsty teen lit in 2014 as well, I'm not even gonna expand on this. And finally, with the advent of Sarah J. Maas and Leigh Bardugo in 2015-now, it seems high fantasy is the trend (I also wanna say The Red Queen and the increased viewership of Game of Thrones plays a big part in this by the way). Because of Shadow and Bone, Throne of Glass, The Red Queen and such, it seems everyone and their mom been getting a book deal set in a high fantasy world, usually dealing with a monarchy/power institution vs the “common man”, and maybe someone has powers or some shit like that. Fairyloot itself is a testament to the success of this genre of YA.

But it gets even funnier when you look at how a certain book or book series pops off if it vaguely reminds readers of a previous blockbuster series thematically. When Shadow and Bone blew up, it seemed evident that The Crown’s Game would get attention (because Russia, lol). The Gilded Wolves has gotten traction and I’ll largely bet it’s cus of Six of Crows. I love The Cruel Prince with all my heart, but I’d be stupid to ignore the fact that this series got so much hype across social media because it was released in a time period where intimidating, sexy Fae are trending largely because of SJM. Heck, it’d be stupid to ignore that Fae are the “thing” right now with ToG, ACOMAF, TCP, and all the Fae business in The Dark Artifices and such. I’m not implying that any book lacks quality cus it got hype by the way, but I’m pointing out the way companies know that familiarity is a seller and won’t hesitate to play off it. Right now as we speak, From Blood and Ash is riding the coattails of ACOMAF.

But this even happens with tropes, not just genre!!! I do not care who the hell is mad but after Cassandra Clare made Will Herondale and popularized his Will-ness, if you gave me a dollar for every book boy with dark hair, blue eyes, a love for reading and endless snark then I’d be a rich woman. The “brooding vampire” was a whole ass personality that Edward Cullen popularized, bless his sweet heart. It seems the “progressive hottie” who insists on calling the MC his “queen and equal” is the thing right now: Rhys, Hawke, the shadow dude from The Shadows Between Us, even Cardan if you think about it. Love triangles were the big thing a decade ago, but now it seems that it’s assholes-to-lovers, as we see in From Blood and Ash, The Cruel Prince, ACOTAR, etc. Love tropes now are about power imbalances and the relationship between the hunter and the hunted - The Darkling was an excellent subversion of this trope.

I can think of so many more examples of the publishing world playing off trends man. To add, isn’t it just dandy that after the Shadowhunters Netflix series, we got Shadow and Bone, and now ACOTAR is getting a Hulu TV show? Also, it’s interesting the way “adult series” are getting more traction and I’d largely bet it’s cus of the success of Addie La Rue, Ninth House, Crescent City and whatever it is that Cassie has planned with her new fantasy book. Yes yes yes, I don’t need the business majors to tell me this is how the industry works because the publishing will apply the same marketing principles as any other entertainment industry blah blah blah cus capitalism and pop culture phenomena blah blah blah. It’s just amusing to see how in-your-face this industry operates and controls what content we consume and what we think is “good”.

Disclaimer: I do not think that tropes are bad at all (it’s almost impossible to write “tropeless” work). I do not think that trends are bad or that popular series are bad or shallow. I love, like, half of the books I’ve name-dropped here today.