Julian Blackthorn - Blog Posts

Hey y’all! Myself and my friend noticed there was a big hole in the TSC fandom - namely, that there isn’t a Discord server for us all to come together and appreciate/freak out over our favourite Shadowhunters.

So we decided to fix it! Here is your official notice of the creation of The Downworld, a place for us to talk theories, go crazy over our beloved ships, worship those characters that maybe don’t get enough love fandom-wide, and of course, appreciate the absolute genius that is Cassandra Clare.

All we ask is that you be kind and respectful to each other, and agree to our server rules that’ll you see when you join. The server is also 18+ only, so unfortunately we won’t be able to allow minors to join.

If you’d be interested in joining, please feel free to reach out to me or @timesconvert and we’ll get the ball rolling - don’t be scared; unlike Jordan, we don’t bite!

"You really think that's such a good idea?" Kit said. "I mean, your house is pretty screwed up, what with your agoraphobia uncle and your weird brother.""

Julian's hands tightened on the wheel, but the only thing he said was, "Ty isn't weird."

"I meant Mark," said Kit. There was an odd pause. "Ty isn't weird," Kit added. "He's just autistic."

-Lord Of Shadows

TDA gang made by artbreeder

Emma

Julian

Mark (couldn't get the heterochromia tho)

Cristina

Livvy

Ty

Kit

Dru

Tavvy

Kieran

Diana

Diego

Jaime

This song always reminds me of Julian Blackthorn in all his wholesomeness

Emma and Julian mood board ➰

LOS SPOILERS

Because Kit can see ghost that stayed on earth (like Jessamine in the London institute) does that mean he might see Livy if she stayed to look over her brothers and sisters (mostly Ty) and would she be following them or staying in the Los Angeles institute?

I love this!!

EMMA TO DIARY

Dear Bruce,

Sorry it’s been a long time since I’ve written in you. Everything’s been kind of crazy since Ty sent the Ghost Sensor. Which was incredibly helpful and nice of him, and we decided that even if it didn’t work we’d still tell him it did, but that didn’t turn out to matter. It definitely works. The minute we unpacked it, it started to make weird little crackles and beeps. It didn’t seem to be reacting to anything specific, it was more like it was reacting to the environment of the house, fussing about it like a grumpy baby.

Julian decided to use it kind of like a divining rod, following where the strongest crackles and beeps seemed to be. We spent probably an hour traipsing through the house while the sensor made whistling sounds like an angry teakettle.

Eventually the sensor led us to one of the upstairs hallways. There’s no furniture in it now, and it looks a bit forlorn, with bits of tattered curtains hanging from the windows and an empty frame on the wall. It was also pretty eerie, standing in that room with the sensor going crazy but not being able to see anything. We both looked at each other, thinking,

Is there a ghost in here with us right now?

At that moment, I remembered what I’d read in Tatiana Lightwood’s diary, how she’d hidden the pages of her old diary in the wall. I went over to the wall and tapped on it. Jules picked up on what I was doing right away and started tapping on the wall as well, and we found a spot that echoed hollowly. We both stared at it for a minute, before Julian said, “Hang on.” He went downstairs and returned with a sledgehammer. He started to swing at the wall but I stopped him. “I really think you should take your jacket off while you do this. And maybe your shirt, too.”

Obligingly, he stripped down to his undershirt. That’s my guy. I may have taken a picture.

Plaster started flying everywhere. Pretty soon Julian had smashed through the wall, revealing a dark hollow space behind it.

Julian backed off while I reached inside. I cannot tell you how many spiderwebs I touched, Bruce. It was disgusting. Finally I pulled out a bunch of old clumped together pages. I can’t help but think they are Tatiana’s old diary pages, the ones she talked about destroying, but they were so water damaged that I couldn’t be sure. I was just wondering if I should tell Julian about the diary—for some reason I haven’t mentioned it to him yet—when he reached into the hole and pulled out a hard wooden board that had been engraved with letters and numbers.

“It’s a Ouija board,” he said. “Dru wanted one for Christmas last year.”

I’ve always thought of Ouija boards as being part of human superstition. Like palmistry, not something that Shadowhunters needed to take seriously. But the sensor was going crazy, beeping these dark red pulses that reminded me of Isabelle’s necklace.

“Should we try to use it?” I asked. Julian frowned. “I don’t know. When I was looking into getting one for Dru, I found out that these things can be kind of...dangerous.”

So I’m writing this right now while I’m lying in bed. Julian is already asleep, with plaster in his hair. He looks so cute. Anyway, we decided that we’d try using the ouija board tomorrow. We’re Shadowhunters, we can deal with ghosts, right?

Goodnight, Bruce. I think I’ll read a little of Tatiana’s diary to put me to sleep. Meanwhile, enjoy the eye candy.