Ask Jem and Will

i don’t support that at all.

so basically, if you don’t mind that your partner may drop threads or not reply/maybe forget to reply to a starter, please reblog this? its so unhealthy for someone like myself who gets afraid to drop threads on the chance that my partners may think i don’t want to write with them, or worse BECAUSE i dropped it they won’t want to write with me.

character portraits: the infernal trio  

“which one of you is older?” “jem,” said will , and “i am,” said jem, at the same time. they laughed in unison as well, and will added, “only by three months, though.” “i knew you’d feel compelled to point that out,” said jem with a grin. tessa looked from one of them to the other. there could not be two boys who looked more different, or who had more different dispositions. and yet.

“On a larger scale, though, which I think we’re operating on… this is Thedas.” he said gently. “I could not say how but I’m beginning to think that you aren’t from Thedas at all, are you?” he asked. “I say this for a few reasons but… I have no idea what an angel is and you seem pretty offended that I’ve called them magic. Some might argue that enchanting is not really magic but those people are idiots.” he muttered. An old argument he’d had with people at Kinloch. 

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t chug the whole coffee pot.”

“The table is broken. There is icing on the ceiling. The stove is on fire. Explain.”

“Yes, health and all that is important, but theatre.”

“Paper cuts are, like, the worst thing ever.” “Murder, drugs, alcohol, depression, bre-” “Paper cuts.”

“You’re sad. So, someone is definitely dying today.”

“Cuddles!” “We’re in the car-” “Cuddles!”

“Put the sword down.”

“Why be anxious when you can be depressed and anxious at the same time?”

“I despise my cat.” “Why?” “He walked away after I told him I loved him.”

“Everyone has been a victim of (insert character name)’s wrath.”

“Why haven’t we made a religion out of this yet?” “You’re looking in a mirror.”

“You are the definition of the word ‘ego’.”

“Who on Earth gave them caffeine?”

“If dying is what it takes to be happy then I gladly volunteer to die.”

“You are never alone.” “That is impossible, every human be-” *handcuffs Person B* “Never alone.”

“You all are coming to my funeral or I’m gonna come out of my grave and track you down.”

“I shouldn’t be here.” “Don’t talk bad about yourself!” “Oh, no, I’m reading this note I found on the ground.” *to the note* “Don’t talk bad about yourself!”

“Finding Nemo is such a dark movie.” *scoff* “Oh? Prove it.” *cracks knuckles* “If you insist, so-”

“Coffee is the only reason I’m alive right now.”

“If one more sentence comes out of your mouth, I swear I’m going to bash your head against the fridge.”

“:D” “How did you do that?” “:D”

“I’m so happy, nothing can bring me down!” “The world is running out of chocolate.” *crying* “WhY woULd yOu Say thAt???”

“I am the definition of dread.” “(Insert Character Name)” *smiling like an idiot* “Damn you.”

“I like pie.” “Which one?” “What?” “The food or the number 3.1415-”

“Stop drinking heated Kool-Aid on top of the fridge and communicate.”

“It’s my birthday!” “Oh shoot, really?”

“I don’t know why you love me.” “I’ve been waiting for this, hold on.” *gets out a very long sheet of paper.* “Reason 1, I-”

“I despise all of you except this cake.”

“You are like, really high on my ‘I hate you’ list.”

*Person a faints* “It’s about time they died.”

“Delicious Cookies!” “These taste horrible.” “Cookies!” “These aren’t cookies.” “Poison?” “wwhAT!?”

It was a calm evening in London; even the rolling fog was at bay, the stars making a faint appearance in the sky above them. Will and his parabatai were enjoying a rare quiet moment, strolling leisurely along the streets. Armed to the teeth, naturally, but in civilian clothes, their gear remaining at the Institute. 

The demon came out of nowhere, ugly limbs reaching for them. The world slowed down, but Will barely registered the thing was there before Jem had thrown himself in between the two of them, brandishing his staff. Will reached for the seraph blade tucked into his clothing, but he didn’t even have time to bring it to life before burning ichor sprayed over the both of them. Will’s stance relaxed as they watched the demon crumple into nothingness, but then his gaze was trained on Jem.

“James,” Will began, frowning. “I – thank you. Stupid thing came out of nowhere,” he muttered, brushing ichor off his sleeve with a look of distaste, disguising the stab of guilt he felt at the fact that he’d been so oblivious. 

It was a calm evening in London; even the rolling fog was at bay, the stars making a faint appearance in the sky above them. Will and his parabatai were enjoying a rare quiet moment, strolling leisurely along the streets. Armed to the teeth, naturally, but in civilian clothes, their gear remaining at the Institute. 

The demon came out of nowhere, ugly limbs reaching for them. The world slowed down, but Will barely registered the thing was there before Jem had thrown himself in between the two of them, brandishing his staff. Will reached for the seraph blade tucked into his clothing, but he didn’t even have time to bring it to life before burning ichor sprayed over the both of them. Will’s stance relaxed as they watched the demon crumple into nothingness, but then his gaze was trained on Jem.

“James,” Will began, frowning. “I – thank you. Stupid thing came out of nowhere,” he muttered, brushing ichor off his sleeve with a look of distaste, disguising the stab of guilt he felt at the fact that he’d been so oblivious. 

It was a calm evening in London; even the rolling fog was at bay, the stars making a faint appearance in the sky above them. Will and his parabatai were enjoying a rare quiet moment, strolling leisurely along the streets. Armed to the teeth, naturally, but in civilian clothes, their gear remaining at the Institute. 

The demon came out of nowhere, ugly limbs reaching for them. The world slowed down, but Will barely registered the thing was there before Jem had thrown himself in between the two of them, brandishing his staff. Will reached for the seraph blade tucked into his clothing, but he didn’t even have time to bring it to life before burning ichor sprayed over the both of them. Will’s stance relaxed as they watched the demon crumple into nothingness, but then his gaze was trained on Jem.

“James,” Will began, frowning. “I – thank you. Stupid thing came out of nowhere,” he muttered, brushing ichor off his sleeve with a look of distaste, disguising the stab of guilt he felt at the fact that he’d been so oblivious. 

“One must always be careful of books,“ said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.” Cassandra Clare, The Infernal Devices