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TOP FIVE CHARACTERS AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS ↳ #4 gansey
richard gansey iii had forgotten how many times he had been told he was destined for greatness.
inspired by @renissance’s creations
⭑ anon reveal for @levesquehazels: i hope you’ve had fun w this, michelle!! <333
“noah,” gansey said, “i’m so sorry.” blue wiped away a tear. “me, too.” stepping forward, leaning over the hood of the car, ronan pressed his finger to the windshield, and while they watched, he wrote: R E M E M B E R E D
Tiny people on the Dorset coast by Haarkon
Hello. I was wondering if it would be alright if i joined the contest? And also would the art we creat have to be digital or traditional?
hi! sorry, the art contest ended last july! i imagine there will be others in the future :)
RICHARD GANSEY ☆ As always, there was an all-American war h e r o look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient Anglo-Saxons had graciously passed on to him. Everything about him suggested valor and power and a firm handshake.
favorite characters: richard campbell gansey iii
have you heard of the legends of sleeping kings? The legends that heroes like llewellyn and glendower and arthur aren’t really dead, but are instead sleeping in tombs waiting to be woken up?
I like you an awful lot, Blue Sargent.
what was it even called? scrying, sensing, magic, magic, magic. he was not only good at it, but he longed for it, wanted it, loved it in a way that nearly overwhelmed him with gratitude.
Blue asked, “Did you ever meet his parents?”
In a low, unfamiliar voice, he said, “I hate them.” And a little bit later, “The bruises he’d come to school with. Who has he ever had to love him? Ever?”
In her mind, Adam pressed that fist against her bedroom wall. So gently. Though every muscle was knotted, wanting to destroy it.
“I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”
I am 100% not okay.
“I am Tessa Gray,” she said in a low, clear voice. “And I believe in the importance of stories.”
“Do you think there’s a chance for him?”
“A chance for who?”
“Will Herondale. To be happy.”
Woosley sighed gustily and put down his glass. “Is there a chance for you to be happy if he isn’t?”
Magnus said nothing.
(you think that if she spoke or sang, her voice would be a wolf’s howl)
blue had spent months planning how to cheaply hike across the country post-graduation, destination: life. it was better with company.