cr: The Midnight Heir

i lowkey ship will and magnus during the Victorian era

They were not Will’s eyes, the eyes Magnus remembered being as blue as a night sky in Hell, eyes Magnus had seen both despairing and tender.

this makes me so dgdhjdjd

The boy was very, very lovely, but his was a beauty like that Helen of Troy might have had once, disaster written in every line. The light of his beauty made Magnus think of cities burning.

this makes me worry of what kind of dark james cc would give us

the way will describe magnus as a warlock who is a better friend, and more worth trusting, than many a Nephilim warrior.

“Nothing you like better than a lost soul or a bad idea.”

ragnor didn't even stutter

“My father was cursed,” James said from the darkness. “Whereas I? I’m damned.”

BOIIIIII

the way magnus describes tessa. this woman is so beautiful

In that gesture Magnus saw how she had changed, saw the ingrained habit of motherhood, love for someone she had created and whom she cherished.

tessa as a mom

not me tearing up at will and magnus' friendship

I WANT TO SCREAM

will the blueprint of being funny in the herondale genes

I see you are still fond of histrionics, Will,” said Magnus. “As well as still handsome.”

I SEE YOU MAGNUS

"Do stop flirting with my husband,” said Tessa. “I shall not,” Magnus declared.

tessa chile..

Not Will still calling Gabriel lightworm

Tessa laughed and stifled the laugh against her hand, and Will grinned, looking pleased with himself, as he always had when he’d managed to amuse Tessa.

I MISS THEM SO MUCH

WESSA AS PARENTS IM BAWLING MY EYES OUT

You called for me? I am here.

JEEEEEEM SPEAD LIKE LIGHTNING

that an invisible scarlet thread bound certain people, and however tangled it became, it could not and would not break.

Now Jem was there, all was right with the world.