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secretly-a-catamount · 3 months
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Arron’s death turned him from the savior (Constantine) into the sacrificial lamb (Jericho), and turned Call from the boy stuck in his counterweight’s shadow (Jericho) into the monster (Constantine).
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ashpkat · 2 months
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take this small thingy w/ constantine and joseph
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kpopandbookschild · 1 month
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book poll round 5
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shesdrew4real-bitch · 4 months
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thinking about Drew's horsegirl persona again. was it genuine? did joseph once have a horsegirl student he found so obnoxious his mind immediately links it with stupidity and harmlessness? is joseph actually a horsegirl himself and passed it down to his kid? did joseph have a horse? was constantine madden actually the horsegirl and that's why drew was so obsessed with them? was Drew just really into horse movies? was Joseph just really into horse movies and forced them upon drew at any opportunity? the possibilities-
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My rating of The Iron Trial:(please read)
OMG I LOVED THIS!!!! IT DEFINITELY CAN RIVAL YHE LIGHTING THIEF AND THE PHILOSOPER’S STONE!!! The world and plot is unique and the magic system is so so so good.
I love the characters, they all got something going on. Call is definitely my favorite character, I like his personality and the fact that he’s morally gray.
The relationship between the main trio is wonderful and strong. I also love how even tho Call is the mc he isn’t the “chosen one” and that Aaron is more like that. But what I really wanna talk about is the plot twist. Because what. The. Fuck. I never ever saw that coming like??? It’s definitely unique for me and also supports the fact that Call is definitely not the chosen one in this story bcs he got an another role even tho he doesn’t want it.
The only problem I have is that the fandom is so so small;( I don’t understand why because it’s made by two extremely popular and successful writers and it’s seriously as good as Pjo. Maybe i understand later in the books but don’t give away any spoilers!!
For those who have never heard of this book:
“Think you know magic? Think again. The Magisterium awaits... During your time at the Magisterium, there will be five trials to complete — one for each school year. They will test your magical skill, your endurance and your ability to handle dark and dangerous situations. It begins with the Iron Trial . . .”
“Most kids would do anything to pass the Iron Trial. Not Callum Hunt. He wants to fail. All his life, Call has been warned by his father to stay away from magic. If he succeeds at the Iron Trial and is admitted into the Magisterium, he is sure it can only mean bad things for him. So he tries his best to do his worst -- and fails at failing. Now the Magisterium awaits him. It's a place that's both sensational and sinister, with dark ties to his past and a twisty path to his future. The Iron Trial is just the beginning, for the biggest test is still to come . . .“
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This is the cover for the first book. Call is on the left(the mc)(the fact that he’s not in the middle but Aaron is just shows my opinion that Aaron is the “chosen one”) Aaron is in the middle and Tamara is on the right.
It’s not a long book so please consider reading it, I’m really begging you(´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)
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captainbrookeworm · 7 months
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Thanks to @ampersandthewiz for helping me color the frames, and thanks to him and @herthinkersmanana for voice acting!!!
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arguablysomaya · 1 year
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i’m being dead serious: this 5th grade level series changed my fucking life
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armory11 · 10 days
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REST IN PEACE Jericho Madden, you would have loved a research ethics board!
(for people who dont understand. Jericho died during a magical experiment gone wrong. ppl really should have stopped the advisor/teacher from doing these experiments it was really sketchy)
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nicstylus · 1 year
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I saw another Tumblr do smth like this, Idk if they used photo editing or drawing but I took a picture and traced the outlines and then colored to the best of my ability - can someone donate fingers or perhaps some braincells because I am so done this took ages to complete
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bkatastrofic · 4 months
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Me estoy releyendo la saga después de más de 5 años, la estoy pasando bien pero tengo miedo porque me di un spoiler del último libro -que no he leído- y quiero llorar???
Este es el dibujo que hice para el primer libro, olvidé la manta, upsi
I'm rereading the books after more than 5 years, I'm having a good time but I'm scared bc i got a spoiler from the last book -which I haven't read- and I want to cry???
This is the drawing I made for the first book. I forgot the blanket. ups
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turenny · 7 months
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So are there magisterium fans out there? Y'know, the books by Holly black and Cassandra Clare? I feel like I don't see any discussion about that series, even though it's pretty much the reason I got into reading.
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  Water is eternal. It cannot be created. It cannot be destroyed.
  Water is ancient. It fell from the heavens at the beginning of the world encased in rock, and, once it was freed, drowned the flames and ash. It falls to the earth still, a cycle that cannot be broken, an ouroboros eating its own tail.
  Water is all-encompassing, everywhere. It is present in ever living thing. It seeps into that which is believed to be dead but is not.
  Water births.
  Water sustains.
  Water kills.
  The man walked up the misted dock with an assurance that could only be granted by absolute power; someone who was used to taking what he wanted, the very mountains crumbling beneath his will. His skin was paler than sun-bleached bone, and his hair was the color of burnished gold and fell in tousled waves to his coat collar. He wore black clothing, blacker boots, and a dark gray jacket that accentuated his musculature well, silver buttons neatly fastened through ever hole atop his wrists and up the deceptively delicate, almost swan-like curve of his throat. His blood ran slowly through his veins, each beat of his heart punctured by a wound that would never heal.
  He stopped halfway down the dock, hellfire-green eyes scanning the partially obscured surface of the lake, and spoke.
  “I need you to do something for me.”
  The trees did not answer, gnarled roots and trunks bent, arms burdened with leaves bending down to be swallowed by the water, but the man had not expected them to. The mist did not answer either, but he had not expected it to, anymore than the trees. The wind, faint and weak, running the incorporeal tendrils of its fingers down his neck, didn’t answer, but he had not expected it to anymore than he had the trees and the mist.
  “I said: I need you to do something for me.”
  We heard you the first time, the response came from everywhere and nowhere, a thousand voices speaking as one but slightly overlapping, the angry buzz of bees, the deafening patter of raindrops against a metal roof, the howl of a hurricane, waves crashing against the shore, who are you, to think you can command the Element of Water?
  “I’m the Enemy of Death.”
  A moment of silence, then a loud crack as the end of the dock splintered off, then a thump as a mangled corpse pulled itself from the churning depths and heaved itself onto the splintered end of the dock.
  The mage gasped and staggered back, watching as the animated corpse dragged itself towards him with the nasty scraps of bone against wood, and the wet slaps of wood against rotted flesh. The water, splintered boards, rusted nails, vegetation, and silt, came with it, reconstructed its body as it went.
  By the time the Devoured was erected and whole, the Enemy of Death had composed himself again to the point of neutrality.
  The Devoured smiled like a predator, the vines wrapped around her bones and ruptured flesh acting as muscles and ligaments, her remaining bits of skin splitting at the movement, peeling away from her ruined body. Blood and oil leaked from her empty eye sockets, and her black hair twisted around her form like a shroud. She was vaguely humanoid, vaguely feminine, and vaguely young. She wore the tattered remains of a Golden Year uniform and a Magisterium wristband.
  “Hello, Tamara.”
  Hello, Aaron.
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ashpkat · 1 month
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after months… i finally get it. i finally get alastine. i finally UNDERSTAND
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wutablog · 8 months
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Callum is autist
I've been rereading the series and now i conect the point on how fucking he struggles with social interaction, dont have a lot of friends (even mates) and also never know what to say except being honest but sound most of the time rude for the others. another note is that they (autors) dont explore more and better how his legs affect him on his adventures... like always was "and his leg is hurting"
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the0retically · 20 days
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It’s 11:58 pm I’m in a lot of pain I shouldn’t start the Magisterium series again….I shouldn’t…….but I have the first book on my phone 👀
…..but the raven boys is also on my phone and i could read that instead hmm
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i explained to my best friend the entire plot of the magisterium series today and he insists call is a terrible person who needs to be locked up and that celia is the only sane character
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