#repelthedirt

isleofmuses

theycallmeashton

impalaanddeangirl

thatladyassassin

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

Simon had always secretly hoped Clary was his soulmate and so he didn’t really pay much mind to the numbers on his wrist. Numbers that had stayed unchanged for years now. He knew in his heart that his best friend had to be it, even if that didn’t make much sense. He wouldn’t technically be meeting her, having know her for years already. Still, he remained hopefull.

19:12:43

When he woke up, there was something different and he felt it instantly, a strange itch drawing his attention to his wrist. The countdown started, the last day —the day where he would meet his soulmate. Anxiety gripped him for a minute, but then he realized he was meeting with Clary at the coffee shop in a couple of hours and he relaxed instantly, Soulmate. She was his. 

14:05:14

His life officially sucked. Some wannabe goth freak came wandering in and stole away his girl. He’d watched the numbers on her wrist that had started last night with a sense of glee, and although they didn’t match his perfectly, he was alone with her in the coffee shop. Well, not entirely alone, but none of the customers seemed inclined to come up to her, so she would realize it soon enough. It had always been him. 

Now he knew better. Jace Wayland. Demon hunter. Who even says that? There was something seriously wrong with this guy. 

10:51:20

He hoped they were okay, wherever they were. Clary texted him that they were going over to Luke’s, but he hadn’t heard from her since and he worried. Still, those numbers kept counting down…Who could it be? And what sort of impression would he make? He just found out the girl he was closer to than he was to his own family wasn’t meant for him. He was probably going to mess this up big time…

02:01:18

He woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing, and of course, it just had to be Clary. She needed help and there was an address too. Why couldn’t she ask her precious soulmate for help?

Still, Simon got up and started to get dressed. He’d never stop being a fool for her, would he? 

00:21:45

He’d been looking for the address she sent him for over an hour already, but the only building that could be it, was dark and broken down. It must have been a mistake. Simon pulled out his phone to text her again, ask her one more time what address it was, when the door opened. 

Good? Not good? He didn’t know but he felt a little he was the character in every decent horror movie, walking towards their doom and getting killed even before the titles show up and the real stars of the movie can make their entrance. 

0.01.25

Wow. Okay, so werewolves and vampires he could get down with, but Shadowhunters and demons? He was being Punk’d, wasn’t he? Had to be.

Jace went to find Clary for him and Simon just sorta walked around, admiring the angel Raziel and trying to wrap his mind around it all. He failed.

0.00.01

Well, that’s it, he thought looking down at his wrist. No soulmate for him.

Simon also had the habit of saying whatever came to mind and so he muttered to himself, “If it’s a zombie, I’m changing religions.” That’s when he heard the door fall to a close behind him and whirled to see who had come into the library.  

She was gorgeous, dressed all in black, so much skin Simon felt like he could choke on his own saliva, but he didn’t. Pushing back his glasses as if needing to make sure it was still there and he wasn’t imagining this whole thing, he just stood there for a second —staring. 

yes.

Do you wanna borrow my whip, Chair?

"Hey Iz."