Oct 14, 2017
❝ why don't you ever wanna HANG OUT with me?
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❝ why don't you ever wanna HANG OUT with me?
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AU STARTER FOR SERA / claryy The boat is dimly lit in most places, rusted metal and industrial fixtures and lights in cages, too bright to be comforting. Everything about his surroundings is foreign and sharp and there is a metallic tang in the air that he tastes on his tongue, though he is sure that part of that is the coppery taste of blood. He's in a room with a cot - these kinds of boats were made to be manned by a crew of dozens, but with few luxuries. It reminds him that he is a prisoner, even if he was there of his own volition. He's avoiding Sera --- again. She has tried to talk to him since arriving but he has been stubborn in his endeavor to stop that from happening. What is there to say? Sorry, you're my sister and we can't be alone together because I have feelings for you? Still, it was inevitable that they would run into one another, on a ship on the middle of the water. Valentine seemed to appreciate when he spent his time training with other Circle goons, though it seemed less like training and more of an excuse to beat the shit out of him. He gave it as good as he got, but he was often left bruised and bleeding. Sera had come to his room the night before but he had ignored her, pretending to be asleep. What had she wanted? He has been afraid to find out. Now, knowing Valentine would rather him heal without an iratze, he sits and wraps a bandage around his forearm, trying to ignore the empty hollow feeling of his parabatai bond over water, or lack there of.
claryy replied to your post: nothing cheers you up more than kind people,...
YOU SHOULD TRY OREO CEREAL. I HAVE THAT AND IT’S GR8
there’s oreo cereal ???? is this a dream ?? somebody pinch me...but be gentle i bruise like a peach
claryy, magswoods
@claryy
do they follow me: yes/no
do i follow them: yes/no/now
what i think about their blog: your blog is really great tbh, loving the love for clary and your posts are funny. (ur text post where it says “if your extra and u know it clap your hands. i actually clapped, ngl)
@magswoods
do they follow me: yes/no
do i follow them: yes/no/now
what i think about their blog: amazing blog and honestly amazing gifs, shares my love for magnus babe. we should def start talking! they seem really nice!
send me blogs and i’ll do this ^
Dreaming of Fear || Closed RP
“Maggie! Maggie, you need to calm down!” Magnus called out softly, worriedly hurrying after the Oracle as she stormed down the halls of the Institute. Her blind scarred eyes fully revealed for the whole world to see...and painted with fear. Her blind white eyes were red from crying, streaks of tears coating her cheeks, hair messy and completely down, floating behind her with each quick stride to look for one precious Shadowhunter. It couldn’t be true...she needed to see her.
“Maggie, please,” begged Magnus, finally catching up with the Oracle and took a hold of her hand, pulling her back a little to take a soft hold of her shaking shoulders, her hands trembling violently as she clung to Magnus’s sleeves. “Maggie...you have had these dreams before. You know your dreams can be false visions,” soothed the warlock as Margaret shook her head.
“Magnus this felt so real...I saw everything play out...I could feel it...the pain...the fear...and Clary...oh God Clary...” stammered Margaret, eyes glued to his chest as the warlock immediately cradled Margaret’s face in his hands to make him look up at him.
“Maggie...look at me,” he encouraged, watching the Oracle’s blind scarred eyes lock on to his. “It wasn’t real...you have been exhausted and haven’t been sleeping enough...you finally crashed and your brain decided to fill in the worst possible scenarios in your head. None of it was real...alright?” soothed Magnus, shushing Margaret as she huffed, struggling to compose herself.
“I just...I just want to know Clary is ok, Magnus...that’s all I want...” the Oracle whimpered, hands shakily laying on top of Magnus’s on her face, unaware of a certain red head not too far away.
@claryy
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“So, I have a question. How much of, y’know... The old us is still happening with you? Like, not US us, but, uh... Pre-Shadow-World Clary. You still in touch with anyone?”
claryy replied to your post: “If I were a month, I’d be DECEMBER If i were a planet, I’d be PLUTO...”:
PLANET P L U T O FOREVER
NEVER FORGIVE. NEVER FORGET.
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❝ are you fucking insane?! --- you could have died! ❞