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A Half-blood of the Eldest gods. Shall Reach Sixteen Against All Odds. And See the World In Endless Sleep
The Hero’s Soul, Cursed Blade Shall Reap A Single Choice Shall End His Days, Olympus To Preserve or Raze
Ind. Percy Jackson from The Olympians series. Read rules before interacting with. Personals do not reblog.
the boy stood in front of the closed door --- bright sky colored eyes gleaming with a certain mischievousness. In one hand he held plastic wrap and the other, tape. Lips quirking into a wicked smirk did he begin his latest prank. Would Simon be able to see this? Hopefully not. Kit did his best to tape the ends tightly along the door frames, assuming the height where Simon's face would meet it --- if he didn't notice. Jace wasn't here so he was getting bored and needed some entertainment. He ran.
There are three things Kit needs to learn about Simon:
one) he may be blind, but he’s not blind enough to miss plastic wrap. two) he himself is a younger brother. three) he’s six foot five so most doorways are too small for him.
So yes, he sees the plastic wrap, and even if he hadn’t the first time, when he bent down to clear the door he would have. Instead of tearing it down, though, Simon slips under it, leaving it there so that when kit returns to see what was left it looks more confusing than not.
@celamcntum
when everyone thinks jace looks illuminating af.
ur just standing here like
y the fuck ya’ll lyin
// so why, when someone tries to make a new blog, does a yahoo login show up? what happened to the regular tumblr sign up stuff? last time i did that yahoo thing, my email got hacked ._.
@sacrauri | | | Thanksgiving?
〖🌟〗 Young Herondale walked right on in, not bothering to knock. His thoughts were elsewhere, easily distracted. Lips pressed together firmly and within both hands did he hold a baked apple pie. He didn’t know what it was about apples, but he’d always have them on this day. Even his birthday when his father didn’t have enough for a cake. That was when he had a father. 〖🌟〗
〖🌟〗Feet shuffled on the carpeted floor --- bright blue eyes glancing down, nervous to look at the one who was known as his relative. A man he’d hated because his father told him he was the worst of the worst --- but coming to know Jace little by little, he wasn’t such a bad person after all. Jace was the only family he had left after all. Why not celebrate this mundane day with him? If he even celebrated such a thing.〖🌟〗
〖🌟〗Mouth opened but no words came forth. He didn’t know what to say so he just stood there looking like an idiot with a freshly baked apple pie in his hands. Kit took notice --late-- that he’d forgotten to knock. Becoming rather impatient with himself, he finally spoke out. 〖🌟〗
❝ erm --- i don’t know if you celebrate what you call this, uh mundane holiday ---which shouldn’t really be called a holiday with what happened to the Native Americans, but i got this --- for you. from a bakery near here. i was wondering if it’d be cool with you if, y’know, you wanted to have some --- since we’re kinda all we’ve got. . . left. ❞
( Way to knock it down, Kit. Real smooth, I wouldn’t blame him if he set me on fire right now for just barging on in---Raziel how do I relate to family? )
〖🌟〗It was obvious he was nervous. He’d never spent much time with Jace reasons being he went on a lot of hunts lately and the latter of Kit himself not summoning up the courage to have or keep a decent conversation with the other Herondale with it turning into awkward silence. By the angel, could he get any worse?〖🌟〗
// BACK HOME. I will be on tomorrow after work, might revamp my T’Challa blog later on this week since issues #7 and #8 came out. A HUGE maybe that I’ll be on lol but yeah everything went amazing. RV broke down and we had to stay in Tennesse for three days. Lemme tell you — Southern people run on their own time, never rush them. All in all, it was a long ass week lmao.
the clave --- what is that? some weird band with groupies? #IMJUST #KITnO
You poooooooor child.
Kit: What is the Clave?
Alec: *opens mouth*
Jace: *interrupts*
Jace: The Clave are people who have the intelligence of a pineapple.
Kit: Really? I thought it was something like a weird, crappy band name who had a lot of groupies.
Simon: I mean---
Alec: NO. BE QUIET. THE CLAVE IS THE LAW.
Jace: *eye roll*
Jace: ignore him. everyone else does.
Kit: . . .does he always mom?
Jace: Unfortunately. And sadly, he’s my para’mom’tai.
Those leaves did grow, from branches overgrown Drifting slowly down. Resting on the loam Little soldier boy, taken from home Forced to fight a war that’s not his own
Leaves from the vine, falling so slow Like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam Little soldier boy says “Carry me home” Sleeping soldier boy is carried home
Ind. Kit Rook || Christopher Herondale from The Dark Artifices series Mutuals Only || Private Blog
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Incorrect Shakespeare Quotes
pcnderings:
Not brought to you by the eloquent playwright is a sentence meme in which history gets a bit of a rewrite. Feel free to change pronouns if necessary.
❝ The course of love screws everyone over at some point. ❞ ❝ This above all: lie to everyone but yourself. ❞ ❝ I will not only speak daggers to her, but use them as well. ❞ ❝ How can one possibly desire too much of such a good thing? ❞ ❝ I hate this place and would unwillingly lose my mind in it. ❞ ❝ To hell with the bounds of modesty. ❞ ❝ Some rise by sin, but all rise by pleasure. ❞ ❝ We heard the cries at a godawful time. ❞ ❝ A man can die a thousand times, but only once will his existence truly end. ❞ ❝ The first thing we do, let’s grill the lawyers. ❞ ❝ Fair is foul, and foul is neither everywhere nor nowhere. ❞ ❝ The game has just begun. ❞ ❝ My salad days, when I foolishly sacrificed the pleasure of juicy burgers. ❞ ❝ Only a fool would wear their heart on their sleeve for the damned crows to peck at. ❞ ❝ Love sought drives us mad, but giv'n unsought makes destroyers of us. ❞ ❝ Men of few words tend to have few conversations. ❞ ❝ Those words are roses planted in the garden of my heart. ❞ ❝ From the tender embrace of life did she leave. ❞ ❝ Nature teaches beasts to avoid man at all costs. ❞ ❝ Though nothing is purely good or purely bad, that certainly doesn’t seem to stop us from considering things as such. ❞ ❝ The lady has every right to protest, and would obviously be wise to keep doing so. ❞ ❝ This is the very hell of love. ❞ ❝ When sorrows come, they come in multiple bottles and glasses. ❞ ❝ We’d be liars if we claimed to know better days. ❞ ❝ The morons will pretend to be geniuses while the geniuses will inevitably shatter the illusion. ❞ ❝ They say that youth and wisdom is the deadliest combination. ❞
demonveiined:
( Maggs )
his hands scrubbed over his face as he stepped into the institute. in all honestly, london was not his favourite place in the world. once upon a time he would have saw it’s appeal. and sometimes he was still able to when he managed to push away his biases. it was an old city and it showed with it’s unpainted buildings. it held it’s own beauty that he would have found charming. but the memories of the things that happened here tore at his heart, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. he had his heart broken in this city. once he thought that this was his home. and it had been. he had camille by his side and he was in love. but then he was disposed and staying had been too painful. perhaps he should bring alexander and their children here with him the next time if he wanted to find beauty in the place again.
but with all that’s going on, there was little chance that he was allowing them anywhere near this place. even as he walked into the institute an unfamiliar chill came over him. he played it down to it being different. it’d been close to a century since he came here and being here now was far too soon already. his jaw was clenched as he darted his gaze all around the place. it wasn’t a surprise considering the time but it was still disconcerting for things to be this quiet especially after everything that just happened around here.
in all honesty he wasn’t sure why he was so affected by malcolm fade’s death. after all that he’d done, it was what he deserved.but magnus always felt something when he heard about the death of a warlock, especially one who had been a good enough person for him to call a friend. the malcolm that he knew wasn’t the same one who died. then again maybe that was exactly who he was but magnus was too busy finding the good in him to see any different.
he wandered around the church, running his hand lightly over everything that he passed by. old memories with tessa and will and camille flashed in his mind as a small smile creeped up at his lips. once upon a time they would have been his family. but now he had alexander and max and raphael. a family to actually call his own rather than simply borrowing the love of others. when he reached the sanctuary, a look of amusement appeared at the number of times he snuck over here with camille in the middle of a party.
he was getting lost in his thoughts when he heard footsteps coming towards him, a frown curling at the corners of his lips. it was muted but he could hear the urgency of it, like whoever it was coming here was breaking into a run. blue flames lazily curled from his palms, his gaze steely a she waited for the stranger to come.
the surprise was probably evident on his face when he saw who it was. he’d only heard whispers and rumours of the boy. they were very impressive rumours but the boy who was standing in front of him.. disappointed. his head was tilted to the side, eyes studying the boy. it was odd how the other reminded him of will so many years ago and later stephen or even jace. you always knew a herondale when you saw them apparently. ❝ you’re the herondale boy. ❞
〖🌟〗 Sky blue eyes widened upon coming into contact with a Warlock. Fear twisted the boy’s gut --- there wasn’t supposed to be anyone here! Those blue eyes hardened into a steely look --- scowl marring his golden features. Even barefoot, he didn’t care what he looked like --- a raggedly, sleepy mess. Sunshine hair was mussed, attitude hitting the fan. There may be fear inside of him, but on the outside --- it could go to show that he’d burn the whole world if he didn’t get out of here. His mind was racing a million miles an hour. The Herondale wouldn’t listen to reason, he’d probably have to be forced to. 〖🌟〗
〖🌟〗Lips pressed together firmly --- blue irises narrowed on the Downworlder. His father had always told him to stay well away from them. Even Malcolm Fade. He was in this mess because of that other guy! Body moved, bare feet soundless on the linoleum floor --- and the boy didn’t even have Marks yet! The door was right behind Magnus, probably where he entered. If he could just slip by --- that name. His attention had been diverted from the other door. Azure eyes focused on the Warlock more now so than ever --- a glare burning, piercing through the High Warlock, a scowling on his face. He wasn’t a Herondale. 〖🌟〗
❝ my name’s kit rook. maybe you should use it sometime --- or none, that’d be better, yeah? ❞
〖🌟〗 He wasn’t Jace --- he couldn’t hide his feelings all that better. His voice was shaky, wit trying to cover up his fear, his anger, his sadness --- he’d just lost his father and he really didn’t trust anyone here. He wanted his life back. Standing here, showing weakness to this Warlock --- he was taught by his old man never to do that. Yet, here he was, feeling defeated already, but keeping up a brave face --- sort of. 〖🌟〗
comes in to make sure the cousin is eating his vegetables
〖🌟〗 Sitting in the kitchen, the boy was quietly snacking on a cupcake. Tyberius had somehow figured out sweets were his demise. Kit wasn’t sure if it were a ploy to becoming friends, but it was alright --- and the kid stopped sleeping by his door every night ever since he became slightly more active around the Insitute. The sound of footsteps, the chill sweeping down his spine --- he knew who it was before he could even say his name. Unsure if it were some creepy Herondale thing,
〖🌟〗 Christopher swallowed what was left of his cupcake and turned in his seat. Yeah, he hadn’t been eating what the other had suggested he should. Rebel Status. With a smirk curling up, lips caked with sprinkles did he sit there and mock his relative --- sprinkled lips pursed out as he made mocking kissing noises before swiftly hopping off the stool and making a run for it. No way was he going to eat healthy today! He still had his pizza rolls in his room. 〖🌟〗
fragraant:
@celamcntum | continuation of ( x )
His feet draw him to a rapid halt as the young man turns to face him, his own brows furrowing into a tight knot above his nose. The kid’s still new to this, that he’s all too aware of, and his world’s all but been laid to ruin; this sort of response is natural, to be expected, and still he finds himself biting his tongue harder, more painfully, until his resolve crumbles.
“You’re still human. You will always be human, although now you have a dash of angelic blood —- nothing more than a pinch of salt I assure you.” Hardly the worst thing to be saddled with in this godforsaken world. “And there is a protocol to withdraw from this society if you’re that desperate to return, although it isn’t Satan himself I would be most preoccupied with if I were you.”
〖🌟〗 The sarcasm had dripped off his voice like honey --- some of still stuck to his tongue and he couldn’t help but hide behind that wit. With an angering sadness reflected in those sky blue eyes. There was still an immense amount of knowledge to process all of this. Throat felt dry as he swallowed down his frustrations --- hands rake through his sunshine unruly hair as he looked at Ikuo, a frown upon his face. Facial features scrunch up as he shook his head --- a wry, dry smile turning up his lips. 〖🌟〗
❝ i’mbecoming what i’m afraid of most -- yeah that’s really something i should look forward to. it’s like laying down in your bed, parents shut your light off and telling you don’t let the monster bite. am i becoming that monster or is it another out there? --- i can’t withdraw from this place! i can’t go anywhere since, y’know, there’s a bounty on my head from some evil idiot who doesn’t have a life and wants mine! ❞
lexnulla:
celamcntum replied to your post: “i could go back and pretend to be you,”…
y so salty julianne??
sacrauri:
OKAY, SO THIS IS rather mindblowing, if i’m being COMPLETELY honest. i’ve had jace for ONE YEAR NOW, && it’s just c r a z y to me to sit back && think that i’ve had him for SO LONG, yet i’m still finding new things to EXPLORE with him, or new things to get EXCITED about. there’s so many of you that have JOINED me for this journey, too, which is ??? something i’ve NEVER expected. it’s rare that a muse lasts so LONG for me, && i’ve NEVER hit so big a milestone. i just want to take a MOMENT to thank EVERYONE who’s come along for the ride. honestly, i wouldn’t still be on this blog, EXPLORING everything there is to explore, without your SUPPORT && GOOD VIBES. i honestly think you’re all so amazing, && i have so much LOVE for you all. so THANK YOU for joining me in seeing how much jace can BECOME. now, i do want to take a moment to thank some specific people, though, who’ve REALLY made a difference in this blog, && who’ve significantly impacted me as a PERSON.
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There’s a reckoning a'coming It burns beyond the grave There’s lead inside my belly ‘Cause my soul has lost its way
When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you With the hounds of hell coming after you I’ve got blood, I’ve got blood on my name
Watch the fires rise Burn through my skin Down to the bone Scorching my soul
Ind. Jacob Black from the Twilight Saga. Mutuals Only / Private Movie / Book based
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