❤️Cordelia and James❤️

Character dorm rooms part 166:

Gifts to buy someone based on their favourite Shadowhunters character:

Clary Fray: Pastel chalks

Jace Herondale: The Shadowhunters Codex

Isabelle Lightwood: Silver serpent bracelet

Alec Lightwood: Archery Classes

Simon Lewis:Ukulele

Magnus Bane: Firebox Mystic Ball gin

Maia Roberts: A tattoo

Jordan Kyle: Vintage video game remote

Luke Graymark: Charles Dickens Clothbound classics collection

Jocelyn Fairchild: Acrylic Paint set

Valentine Morgenstern: Engraved silver chalice

Maris Lightwood: Papier yearly planner

Camille Belcourt: Silver Garnet Necklace

Raphael Santiago: Tapered candle sticks with holder

Max Lightwood: Stele pen

Tessa Gray: Clockwork Angel necklace

Will Herondale: Hardback special edition a tale of two cities

Jem Carstairs: Violin lessons

Charlotte Branwell: Brown leather lace up boots

Sophie Collins: Silk gloves

Henry Branwell: Westminster Abbey Model building kit

Jessamine Lovelace: A lace parasol

Nathaniel Gray: Personalised top hat

Gabriel Lightwood: Horse riding lessons

Gideon Lightwood: Fountain pen with ink

Cecily Herondale: Bad girls throughout history by Anna Shen

Emma Carstairs: Self defence classes

Julian Blackthorn: Watercolour paints

Kit Herondale: Herondale silver ring

Ty Blackthorn: Beats Headphones

Livia Blackthorn: Fencing lessons

Mark Blackthorn: How to see fairies by Charles van Sandwyk folio edition

Helen Blackthorn: Fae ear cuffs

Dru Blackthorn: Stephen King’s collective novels

Tavvy Blackthorn: Shadowhunters colouring book

Cristina Rosales: Jeffree Star Bloodlust palette

Kieran Hunter: Blue hair dye

Basically Will throughout the entire series

Will: Nobody can love me or else’s they will die, so I must make them hate me!

Jem: Uh Will, I love you…

Will:Nope, no one loves me!

Tessa: Umm, what about me?

Will: Nobody loves me!

Jem: *taking a nap on the couch*

*sound of the front door opening*

Will: *shouting* Jem!

Jem: *grumply* Whatttttt

Will: I CAUGHT A BIRD! *muffled chirping sounds*

Jem: *sleepily* That’s nice.

Jem:…

Jem: WAIT, WHAT? WILLIAM, PUT IT BACK!

Julian to Magnus

Hi Magnus,

So I know you told me only to get in touch for a “real emergency,” and I think you might have already left for vacation. But we’ve got some ghost trouble here at Chiswick House and we could use a little advice. Just in writing! No need to interrupt your time away! Unless, um, you think it really is an emergency.

Chiswick House is in awful shape in general, so it’s hard to know what’s a real problem and what’s just a hundred years of neglect. Other than one small area nobody’s touched the place since, it seems, the time of Tatiana Blackthorn.

We have some garden gnomes here doing the structural repairs and the big stuff, masonry and framing and so on. I mean, they’re not actually garden gnomes, I think they’re brownies, but they have the big pointy hats and the beards and everything. They’ve been moving pretty slowly, but recently Kieran was here and he had a talk with the foreman (this guy named Round Tom who is not even all that round) and since then things have sped up a lot. And there is a lot less complaining about the work conditions, and a lot less disappearing for the day if the tea runs out for more than five minutes. On the other hand, they’ve started leaving little offerings around intended for “the Un-Seel Laird,” which I gather is Kieran. Not anything Kieran would want, I don’t think. A lot of acorns and pretty rocks, mostly? And the occasional portrait of Kieran in chalk, which let me tell you, it’s a good thing they’re competent at construction because their portraiture could use some work. We’ve been keeping all the stuff in a box for him just in case.

I’m rambling, sorry. It’s just us rattling around in this giant ruin and all we want is for someone to listen to our dull stories about home renovation. But what I actually want to tell you about is the ghost.

I’m sure there are dozens of random spirits going back centuries that have some kind of faint presence in the house—Round Tom hinted as much to me—but there’s definitely some specific one that is actively haunting the place. We’ve had some poltergeist-y stuff. Mostly harmless pranks: vases overturned, drinks spilled, music faintly playing in the distance but originating from nowhere, weird hot spots, weird cold spots, doors slamming, doors closing very slowly on their own. To clarify, I do NOT mean poltergeist as in the movie Dru made me watch. No one has been sucked into evil dimensions or levitated (yet!). Still, it seems like we ought to try to get out ahead of this, so Emma and I have been trying to communicate with the presence directly. Whoever it is, they haven’t responded to us speaking to them, and it’s starting to feel silly to constantly talk in a friendly voice to nobody, like we have an imaginary friend. All that happens is the next morning someone has stacked all the gnomes’ hats into a hat tower and we have to convince the gnomes it wasn’t us.

Lest you think we haven’t tried smarter things than just yelling “Here ghostie ghostie ghostie,” Tiberius sent us a device he’s been working on, like a Sensor for ghosts. I spent some time walking the halls and eventually found a spot along some random corridor where the Sensor went crazy. I busted the wall open with a sledgehammer—somehow I feel like you would approve, although the gnomes did not—and behind the plaster, wedged between two of the beams, was a Ouija board that must go back to at least Tatiana’s time, if not before. There was no planchette, so we made our own out of scrap wood and furniture tacks. Maybe there was something bad about using that instead of something that went with the Ouija board, I don’t know how it works, but in any event, we tried the board and it went really badly.

We tried to do things officially—Emma and I waited until midnight, we got dressed up nicely, and we went down into the cellar. (There are a bunch of rooms down there that are highly spooky and look like they’ve been used for ghost-ish business in the past.) We extinguished witchlights (no electricity down there any more than it’s anywhere else), lit lots of candles. Ghosts love candles, right? We had a bolt of black silk to sit on that Emma found in a trunk somewhere, and we sat on either side of the board and both put our hands on the planchette.

Us: HELLO

Nothing.

Us: WEMEANNOHARM

The candles guttered, but most of the windows in the room are smashed, so with the usual draft from outside I’m not sure we can count that as a response.

Us: WHATISYOURNAME

We heard a scratching sound coming from one of the walls, and we opened up that wall in great excitement, but it turned out to be a badger. Actually, it was a mother badgers and some badger cubs, which was very cute until the mother starting trying to kill us. So we had to interrupt and go get the gnomes to help us and they relocated the badger family to a glade of some kind. (They also issued us a bill for “badger decampment.”)

This was all very disappointing. Emma said that maybe it was rude to ask for the ghost’s name before introducing ourselves.

Emma: MYNAMEISEMMACARSTAIRS

Me: ANDMYNAMEISJULIANBLACKTHORN

Well,that got a reaction. As soon as I finished the last “N” the board leapt off the ground and twisted violently around. The planchette went flying and Emma went to go retrieve it from the other end of the room, but then when she came back the board went flying around in the air and, I am sorry to say, we chased it around for probably two full minutes without catching it. Eventually the ghost got bored, I guess, and the Ouija board stopped in midair and shattered into pieces, which fell to the ground. And all the candles went out. (There were sixteen pieces, if that means anything. Emma says no, I said we should mention it anyway just in case.)

So…any advice? Too much ghostly energy for an old Ouija board? Defective board in the first place? Does the ghost want to be left alone? (If so, why does it keep knocking things over?) Did we offend it? There hasn’t been anything like that since, but exploding Ouija board seemed sufficiently threatening that I wanted to get in touch. What do you think is our next step?

Again, I’m really sorry to bother you, but your help would mean a lot to me. I really want to make Blackthorn Hall a place that the Blackthorns can use again, a place that will feel like a second home for all of us. And it would be nice if people in London associated the Blackthorns with a grand manor house rather than an infamous wreck. Which is not going to happen if visitors wake up with their hair tied to the bedposts, or have their suitcases upended on the staircase. In payment, we promise you as much babysitting as you like, whenever you need. Although maybe once we’re no longer living in a collapsing death-trap.

Much obliged—

Julian

Hello! Several things, so please forgive me for the somewhat long post.

First, I am trying to slowly get back to being able to post here and, to do that, I really just want a clean slate of sorts. So please do not feel bad or freak out if I unfollow you. I am unfollowing pretty much everyone temporarily so I can start from scratch. The fandom has changed a lot, and I just need a clean space to start again.

So, again, PLEASE DO NOT TAKE IT PERSONALLY. I am doing this to everyone purely for the sake of starting over.

Second, TELL ME WHO YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS ARE SO I CAN FOLLOW THEM

I want to know who you love having on your dash who is a positive, interesting, funny or aesthetic blog. Even if that someone is YOU! Please tell me because I want to check out people’s blogs and possibly follow them!

Here are some of my favorite fandoms and things:

• ACOTAR
• Azriel
• Gwyneth
• Gwynriel
• Nessian
• Feysand
• TOG
• Elorcan
• Rowaelin
• Dorian
• Slytherin/Dramione
• Stephanie Garber books
• Jane Austen
• Contemporary romances
• Books - in general
• Loki
• Marvel
• Shadowhunter books
• Infernal Devices
• Ducks
• The Off Campus books
• Disney
• Disney princesses
• Pretty, cute or funny things - just in general

Things I do NOT like:

• Antis - for any fandom, but especially SJM
• Constant drama - can handle in small doses
• People who make fandom a competition
• People who attack other people
• Mint - the food, I like the color
• Ewriel
• FBAA

Note: I am open to blogs who currently post about CC, but please note that I will not be engaging with CC as a fandom for the foreseeable future. 

Lastly, again, please don’t be offended if you’re one of the ones I unfollow and possibly have to refollow. I am just trying to create a clean slate for myself.

Jem, to Will: All my life, I’ve lived for loving you; let me go now.

Sorry guys this isnt a new story or chapter. I’ve been reading this book Chain of Gold from Cassandra Clare’s book collection of the Shadowhunters.

I havent finished it… but this may spoil stuff for some people. Idk

So like I’m pretty sure James Herondale ends up with Cordelia Carstairs… but we still get Emma Carstairs later down the line. This means Alastair (Cordelia’s brother) gets married and has kids. As of right now I’m not sure how I feel about Emma being a decendent of his

Still us only book one. Guess we’ll see how this plays out