❝ —— HEAVENLY.

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                                        SO  THIS  IS  ABSOLUTELY    insane,    r i g h t  ?      i  NEVER  thought  i’d  come  so  far  with  jace,    so  celebrating  this  milestone  is  ABSOLUTELY  mindblowing.      this  is,    first    &&    foremost,    a  huge  thank  you  to  everyone  who’s  followed  my  blog  for  this  CRAZY  ride.      i’d  be  lying  if  i  said  this  blog  DIDN’T  have  it’s  ups    &&    downs,    but  ultimately  JACE  is  a  character  that  i’m  ridiculously  attached  to.      i  love  working  with  all  the  THEMES    &&    MOTIFS  he  presents,    &&    he’s  allowed  me  to  really  expand  my  writing    &&    character  development.      this  really  WOULDN’T  have  been  possible  without  the  people  who’ve  supported  me  along  the  way,    PUSHING  me  to  expand    &&    grow.      it’s  thanks  to  YOU  that  this  blog  is  what  it  is,    that  jace  is  a  muse  i’ve  fallen  so  WHOLEHEARTEDLY  in  love  with.      so  i   just  want  to  say  THANK  YOU.      i  can’t  wait  to  see  where  all  he  goes  next. 

GIVEAWAY

i  figure  i’ll  do  the  giveaway  first,    since  this  post  is  GOING  to  get  pretty  long  already.     basically,  there  will  be  THREE  winners,    who’ll  get  whatever  sort  of  graphic  they  want.      that  can  be  an  EDIT,    a  PROMO,    a  DUAL  PROMO,    a  THEME  BG,    a  HOVER  IMAGE,    or  a  pack  of  50  ICON  BASES.      both  likes    &&    reblogs  count,    just  don’t  SPAM  your  followers.      since  this  is  a  thank  you  to  my  FOLLOWERS,    you  must  be  following  me.      obviously  i  can’t  control  if  you  unfollow  after,    but  don’t  be  RUDE,    please  !      winners  will  be  chosen   JUNE  1.

you  can  find  EDIT  examples  here    &&    here.      you  can  find  PROMO  examples  here.    &&    you  can  find  examples  of  PROMOS,    THEME BGS,    &&    HOVER  IMAGES  here.

BIAS LIST 

i’m  going  to  go  ahead    &&    put  this  under  the  CUT  for  post  length  !      i  may  have  forgotten  someone,    i’m  rather  HORRIBLE  at  remembering  everyone  on  these  things,    but  please  know  i  love  all  my  followers  !!!

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[angelpawn]

sirensita.

             BITING HER LIP in nervousness, she had totally just been spotted by a human. her father would kill her when he found out. ‘if he finds out’ her mind echoes her words and ariel grins in agreement. the voice drew her out, peeking behind a rock. she hadn’t been given the chance to see a human this close before, and she was definitely gonna make the most of this opportunity. words calling out from behind the rock.                                      ❛  I’M NOT HIDING. you just startled me.  ❜

  ❛     OH,  BUT  OF  COURSE  !     ❜    indulgence  most  evident  in  the  way  ivories  worry  plump  flesh  of  lip,  ostensibly   biting   back  growing  simper.    peculiarities  run  rampant  in  the  world  from  which  she  hailed,  obfuscated  by   GLAMOUR   and  its  prowess   ————   yet   finned  humanoid   she  has  yet  to  encounter,  and  fascination  is  peaked  from  youth’s  visage.   she  creeps  closer,  locomotion  languid  with  caution.      ❛      what’s  your  name?     ❜

[angelpawn]

torturedmemory.

            ‘ hmm. ’    peeta  digests  her  response  as  he  bends  for  a  sip  of  his  tea.  his  gaze  floats  over  her  head  to  glance  at the  rain  as  it  runs  in  slick  veins  on  the  window.   he  has  always  been  one  to  find  CONCERN  as  easily  as  one  would  breathing.    ‘  – i'm  worried  about  you. ’     &  how he MEANS IT   ;   even in his  own  MELANCHOLY  as  of  late,  he  does.

  ❛     DON’T  BE.     ❜    the  barest  of  smiles,  antithetical  gravity  lifting  lips  ;  an  attempt  at  conviction.     shoulder  bumps  his  in  a  most  amicable  fashion,  gentle  coaxing of   PLAYFULNESS   in  a  mien  so  somber.  mug’s  warmth  chases  away  the  cold  that  nips  at  the  forefront  of  her  bones,   and  kindness’  own  brand  of  warmth  chases  the  demons  that  float  beneath  flesh.     ❛     i’m  okay,  remember?     ❜

[angelpawn]

sinforged.

           ❛     i  don’t  recommend  touching  that.     ❜

          ❛     it  hasn’t  MOVED  since  last  week.     ❜ 

❛    HOW   ON   EARTH ?    ❜   ———— still,  she  retracts  wandering fingers anyway.   ❛    WHAT  happened  to  it?    ❜  

[angelpawn]

torturedmemory.

                     the haze brought by the rain has turned the bakery’s light into a shade of grey; it’s been nearly empty all day, customers surely deterred by the storm.     they sit together on his break, & peeta speaks between sips of tea.   ❝ —- is everything alright?  ❞

SHE  IS  pursed  lips  and  a  tenuous  smile   ———   an  attempt  at   alleviating   the  altogether   downtrodden   melody  of  her  features.   verdant  eyes  are  soft,   but  porcelain  fingers  tremble  at  the  warmth  of  her  own  mug.   the  silence,   the   emptiness  :   they’re  all  too   welcome   in  the  cacophonous  mechanism  of  this  world.    ❛    AS  GOOD  as  it  can   be,   i  imagine.    ❜

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[artsnquotes]

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Edvard Munch (via wnq-art)

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Wang Feng spring 2016 couture

[angelpawn]

DETACHMENT,  IN  THE  WAY  she speaks  ———  fairy - tale princess  awakened  to the cruelty of the world, shedding  rose - tinted  spectacles  to don too  heavy  armor  ‘pon too  dainty  shoulders.   it’s painful,  the ongoing metamorphosis,  broken promises of delayed gratification.   (  where is the strength promised once fragile soul?  )   she is painted with the  blood  of adversaries slain,  ichor - stained fingers trembling with the weight of innumerable truths.     ❛    there  are  far  too  many  demons  taking  residence  among  men.    ❜

@deadsolo  ♥ ‘ d .

[angelpawn]

TONGUE  SLIPS  ———  nativity exposed,  thick between her lips.  ambivalence swells within twitching fingers,  torn between warring temptations of embracing and  eschewing  the ominous halls of a home that never loved her.   tenuous is the smile she bids,  teeth barely peeking from the doors that held their liberation.   (  mon cheri,  get it together,  s’il vous plaît.  )      ❛    pardon me,  mademoiselle,  i ——— seem to be a little  lost?    ❜

@deathbit   ♥ ‘ d.

[angelpawn]

  ❛    ALL  THE  MODERN  TECHNOLOGY,   and  one  would  think  they’d  have  invented  an   anesthetic   for  the  soul.    ❜    paper thin is the material of her smile,  something altogether brittle ——— held together by threaded figments of strength,  an impermanent chain.   stele glamoured as a  pen,  of sorts,  draw unintelligible marks onto her skin.   (  not  bruises ;   god  no.  )    THERMIS,  for  warmth ——— she hasn’t truly felt warm in years.

@honeyplucked​  ♥ ‘ d. 

[angelpawn]

WHAT  IS  THIS ?   oh,  well  this  is  a  tentative  shipping call?   platonic,  romantic,  familial ———— give me all of ‘em okay.

[angelpawn]

chosiin.

❛      my thank you- so are you..       ❜               a radiant smile transforms her face into something lovely; something devine. the angels have blessed her, the best of their radiance cloaks her skin, their most lovely gems inlaid into the hollows of her eyes, the stars themselves scooped to freckle her skin, autumn leaves pressed to create her billowing crown. a giddy rush settles warm in her veins, she never thought this day would come, but this woman, jace’s mother, has stolen the breath from her lungs. from the tender hush of her voice, to the vivid blue of her gentle eyes, the halo of her blonde head, she is something ANGELIC / SERAPHIC / HEART-BREAKING.

THEIR  TRUTH  IS  SACCHARINE  &  WINE  ———  guzzled by parched throats stumbling along deserts.   pride paints a beautiful bruise along the side of her lungs,  an entire spectrum of visible light.   beautiful,  is what they are ;   beings cut from the finest of marble and kissed by holy lips,  half - hallowed  beings wielding sacrosanct blades and building temples upon their skin.   her smile is  blesst,  twined with veneration and a bittersweet longing.   for identity.   for knowledge.   for  time.   but she does not bite the hand that feeds,  no  ———  she cradles it reverently,  an opportunity  rare  in manifestation.   (  for all she has lost ...  )      ❛    i’ve  always  been  told  that  redheads  are  among  the  most  feisty  of  people  ———  being  jocelyn’s  daughter,   well,   i  don’t  doubt  that  at  all.   i  hope  you’ve  been  keeping  my  jace  in  line?    ❜

[angelpawn]

gothamhood.

                 POWDER  -  SOFT  TEASING  SETS  UPON  LIPS  CURLED  WITH  SECRETS  EMBODIED,  MATCHED  IN  POTENCY  ONLY  BY  THE  FEIGNED  INNOCENT  HE  WEARS.  the lullaby of her  PLAYFUL  warning,  the barest touch of  SHAME  to his evident grin  ;  uh oh,  spaghettios  !  caught  red  -  handed.     ‘   oh yeah  ?  and why’s  THAT  ?   ’

  ❛    WELL,  IT’S  DANGEROUS !    ❜     it  really  isn’t.  yet she is driven by her own  amusement,  propelled by the omnipresent spirit of mischief on its rare excursions along the temple of her body.   feigned concern drips  honey  from simpering lips,  marbled features arranged innocuously.   (  she plays the  lamb  a little too well,  these days.  )      ❛     you  could  get   hurt,   y ’ know.   ❜

[angelpawn]

sirensita.

    ❛  WHAT would i give for legs…  ❜               A LIGHT was absent from the usually BRIGHT eyes, too many shades darker than what can usually be seen from the optimistic mermaid. sat on the sand by the shore, tail hidden, and no company, the voice had taken her by surprise. a light shriek escaped her lips and instantly, she dived into the water, but curiousity held her back from going too deep.

SUBDUED  LAUGHTER,   ONE  OF  AGE  ———  wizened youth born of  years  upon years of  honing.    keen senses are quick to respond to every little rustle,  every minuscule movement in the  ever - shifting  environment ;   she does not miss the  high - pitched  exhale of surprise,  or  the  telltale  splash  of  water.   by the angel,  what difficulty to conceal  oneself  from  nephilim.   (  especially !   a daughter of the circle.   )       ❛    MUST  YOU  HIDE ?   i  know  you’re   there,   you  know.    ❜

[angelpawn]

       ❛  ———— don’t  make  a  sound,  s'il  vous  plaît !     ❜   CONSTERNATION  COLORS  HER  TONE,  a macabre induction of stygian hues.   a  rare  bout,  though not entirely unexpected ;   it fluctuates with circumstance and renders her powerless,  nebulous will reverted to that of a  mouse’s.   and  oh,  what a shame,  to fear what is supposed to be  loved.      (   but who might love a monster,  wrought from anger and fire?   )        ❛    they  might  find  me  here.    ❜

@scavengeris   ♥  ’  d.

[angelpawn]

       ❛    i  wouldn’t  do  that,  if  i  were  you ————    ❜     SING - SONG  LILT  INUNDATES  the room,  destroys precious silence with the cluck of tongue.    amusement reigns prevalent upon  marble - crafted  features,  lips curled into the barest of smiles.   trouble,   he spells,   an exhortation to adrenaline.   needless to say,  she’s not entirely surprised.

@gothamhood    ♥  ’  d.