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@choosewar
𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄 ( moodboard ft. @cursedhim ) 𝟒 / ∞
𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 , 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓 ocean of wonder glued to his features. in this starlit night they lay together , side by side yet without touching , and still her fingers yearn to reach for his own. it was possibly the atmosphere , the softness stealing their air , the warmth he radiates , what first made her ask. it was intended as a silly question , bubbles of laughter crawling up her throat only to suffer a metamorphosis : leaving her with cautious solemnity. so she stares , and she stares intensely , roaming through his angular profile. marveling at how they now belong to each other. before she speaks again she lets her gaze move towards the sky. ❝ you truly surprised me that day. ❞ honesty coats low notes , almost a whisper accompanied by the beginnings of a smirk.
❝ 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 enjoy your company so very much ——— or for you to throw that seelie into the river in the name of chivalry. ❞ at the memory , her lips bloom into a humorous grin. oh , she shouldn't have laughed at that man's fate ! but gabriel lightwood had delighted her , and he had allowed her to see there was more to him / more courage , more kindness. she is quick to stare back at him , boldly meeting his eyes as soon as she feels them on her face , mouth slightly hanging open. ❝ 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 ? ❞ giggles escape from behind her teeth , moved and amused at the same time. ❝ how scandalous ! ❞ the smile she wears turns sweet , in order to let him know she's jesting. ❝ perhaps you can recite the whole thing for me sometime. who knows ? maybe it will work and you shall finally sweep me off my feet. ❞
@gloriamvinctum cont. from here !
There are stars within me. Some nights they shine, other nights, they collide.
etoile-filantes (via etoile-filantes)
having siblings means saying ‘I love you’ while flipping each other off
@choosewar
“take off thy shirt , and tear it from gore to gore , and wrap it round your bleeding heart , and the blood will pour no more.”
WILLIAM HERONDALE of the infernal devices , as understood by winter.
* 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐦.
perhaps her protests should go over his head ────── they should , considering how often he hears them. yet he finds himself feeling 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 all the same , the stolen glances down at the blood on her face reminding him that he’d rather not be right. he’d much rather never feel what he felt at all , ever again , not knowing where she was. if she was safe? it hadn’t quite hit him what his feelings might mean ; the 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 they would have over him. ❝ you are a shadowhunter , and you’re excellent. but you’re not invincible , and sincerely cecy ? nobody wants another will. ❞ hands grip the rough fabric of her shadowhunter gear , feel the heavy breaths that force their way from her chest , and the warmth radiating of her body perhaps a bit more than he should. for the moment though , he lets it soothe him, let’s that be enough. she’s alive , after all.
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 . no need for panic , or rage ( although with how slow cyril drove the carriage , he would not yet discard the latter. ) he stops where he knows balios and xanthos will too , letting her barely spoken words sink in. why does the flush of her cheeks make him want to smirk? why can’t he stop staring, seeing the blue clearly , despite the blood and the grimace and the absolute state she’s in? it leaves him wordless , the carriage arriving too soon for him to get any answers. he tries to be as gentle as he can getting her in , at least glad for cyril then ; even if he’s too preoccupied to offer words of gratitude. he lays her down slowly , 𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐙𝐄𝐒 still apparently glowing , even if fading ────── eyes check all wounds , scuffs , bruises ; he kneels down beside her. the carriage is already rocking noisily, gliding through the dirty london streets , by the time he’s found his voice again. fingers 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 with hers , his breath heavy as it leaves him , and he loses track of whose are hands are bloodier. ❝ i know you chose the war cecy , but i’d much rather not lose you to it. ❞
𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 with the spark of humor. for one second , she sounds vibrant and unharmed , as if the very act of breathing didn't bring her excruciating pain , and her smile is blinding : the kind reserved for those she holds dear. ❝ we most definitely could do without a copy of my brother. ❞ the annoyance , the anger , the irritation —— they are forgotten for the time being , because she understands him. it is hard for her to do so. many years have passed since that fateful night and the bleak morning after , when two of the people she loved were unfairly ripped away from her life. her parents' grief and edmund's gambling had robbed her even of her precious home , had isolated her from the world. 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌. though such hardships have given her a fierce independence , they've also made her too reliant on herself and herself only. now , with so many people who care and the danger lurking in the shadows , she must learn how to work not alone , but as a part of a whole. it might be arduous , but she's never backed down from a challenge.
𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 carriage makes no difference. the bones under supple flesh still ache , and she suspects only the silent brothers can fix her. there's a sweet tenderness in the way he worries , coming to kneel beside her form while checking the wounds he already knows to be serious , digits gently gripping hers as an offer of comfort. heartbeat fastens , impossibly so , and the red of her cheeks seems to intensify —— by the angel , she adores him. if their roles were to be reversed , if he sat here bleeding and broken / she can only imagine what he's feeling. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. hand closes , applying the smallest amount of pressure over his own , with as much strength as she can summon. ❝ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 , 𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋. ❞ honesty drips from her words , regret shining inside blue gaze. ❝ i really am. and ——— i shall make a full recovery , even if my current appearance says otherwise. ❞ she feels the need to reassure him , fingers rising to caress the skin of his cheek. so enthralled she is by the bloody mark they leave , that she's silent for almost a minute. and suddenly —— a thought invades her mind. a cough , to clear her throat ; lashes fluttering , to convince him of what she desires. ❝ perhaps we can avoid informing a certain herondale about this ? i'm sure we can deal with it on our own. ❞
there’s … a lot of talk in the roleplay community about respecting female oc’s which is great , but there also needs to be more attention & acknowledgement given to canon female characters ! because people sleep on them so much ! seriously it takes a lot of courage & passion to write in an environment where those characters are underappreciated or ignored when male ones aren’t , often facing catty duplicates , competition from other roleplayers for any attention they can get , & anon hate when there is disagreement over the way they portray their muse ( canon female muses seem to get more hate than any other type , it’s super noticeable. ) it’s honestly a shame that an environment has been bred where roleplayers that love female characters are intimidated , overwhelmed or let down because of the vicious experience it can be when all they’re trying to do is cultivate an experience where they feel an equality with those around them instead of excluded. those of you writing your female canon muses are honestly doing so much good & deserve all the consideration you receive , & absolutely way more than you get. next time you think of praising your favorite male muses over female ones in group chats , roleplay communities or even just on the dash , take some time to think about the muns of female muses there who put just as much effort into what they do & consider giving them the same support you’d extend to others.
are y'all ever overwhelmed by how lonely cecily must have been after ella died and will left??? her entire life is completely transformed in 24 hours and she’s what,,, nine years old? she literally had no way to fully understand what had happened or any way to contact will, who just deserted them for seemingly no reason. the difference between having two older siblings to play with and talk to and then overnight having none must have been so absolutely jarring and yet she pulls through. she had to watch her father deteriorate and slowly drink and gamble away their home which is the place where her memories of ella and will are, and then move away from wales to ravenscar manor where ragnor reports to charlotte that they have very, very little contact with the local townspeople. that’s so much fucking loneliness packed into five or so years.
tl;dr cecily herondale is so mentally and emotionally strong and y'all honestly sleep on her
name. sari
nickname/s. satan
height. 5′1”
nationality. argentinian
favourite fruit(s). pomegranates & blackberries
favourite season. it's a tie between winter and spring
favourite scents. vanilla, anything berry scented, rain
favourite animals. any feline!!!! but cats as pets i love them so much!!!!
tea, coffee, hot cocoa. tea. i love coffee but i mostly drink matcha so
average hours of sleep. 7, but when i can sleep in, it's usually 9+ to get my strength back from the week
when my blog was created. a month ago
random fact. i'm a singer and took musical comedy classes
favourite food. potatoes. in any shape or form
favourite t.v. shows. brooklyn nine - nine, the good place, the clone wars, the haunting of hill house, bojack horseman
favourite movie. star wars: revenge of the sith
favourite vine. mary is that a police? i’m calling the weed!
sexuality. heterosexual
pronouns. she / her
favourite book series. asoiaf and tid
favourite video game(s). silent hill 1, 2 and 3; heavy rain
favourite band(s). not a band but maceo plex
favourite subject. chemistry and bio
guys or girls. i guess guys if we're talking relationship stuff??? even tho they mostly suck
last time i cried. i honestly don't remember
what i should be doing. studying physiology
favourite fandom. lol fandoms suck
TAGGED BY: stole it from @dhmpr !
TAGGING: anyone who wants to do it.
“I wish it could always be like this.”
“You’re always there for me.”
“The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”
“There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.”
“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.”
“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”
“I like it when the worlds quiet.”
“There’s a place for us somewhere.”
“They’ll name constellations after you one day.”
“Your hearts beating so fast.”
“They don’t know what they want.”
“You don’t know what you want.”
“That’s what they’re supposed to say.”
“We really don’t know what we’re doing.”
“I miss the old you.”
“Nostalgias a trap.”
“Aliens are out there.”
“Did you hear that?”
“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?”
“What time is it?”
“But why would they abduct cows?”
“We’ll all be dead soon enough anyways.”
“I wish we didn’t have to sleep.”
“What do you believe in?”
“What happens after we die?”
“Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?”
“And what’s your excuse?”
“You’ll get it together soon.”
“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”
“It’d be better if people weren’t so afraid of their feelings.”
“You keep quiet and we both lose.”
“I wish I could save this forever.”
“When did you realize you were in love with me?”
“The rooms spinning.”
“I loved you long before you knew.”
“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”
“The Universe is too big for that.”
“Do you think we’ve met in other lives?”
“I’d come back to haunt you.”
“Would you come back to haunt me?”
“What’s alternate universe you doing right now?”
“Tell me a secret.”
“Why haven’t you told anyone?”
“I wish we knew each other sooner.”
“You’re a game changer.”
“I’m a game changer.”
“Don’t ignore fate.”
“Ignorance isn’t bliss.”
“What, is that a conspiracy theory?”
“It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.”
cecily herondale, requested by @deliilahbard
“ When Cecily said she wanted something, it did not express an idle desire, but an iron determination. ”
join my celebration!
I’ll learn impulse control when I’m dead
Having a sibling is either “we ride together we die together” or “no officer I’ve never seen that person before in my life” there is no in between.
* 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞.
❝ cece, not to be rude or anything but this sucks . ❞ there it goes , the leatherbound book is shut close & while there may or may not have been dust on the cover , she coughs pretentiously to exaggerate her despair + difficulties processed during the time she had to spend with it .
❝ 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬! ❞
❝ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ——— ❞ she begins with humorous notes. an eyebrow rises , fingers carefully pick up the object of alex's despair and flip it open. the nickname is an unusual one : while she wouldn't let others get away with it , cecily and this particular warlock have struck an odd yet amusing friendship. ❝ most spell books don't. ❞ the words on old paper taunt her , make no sense to her shadowhunter eyes. sighing , she tears her gaze away from it , arms crossing above her ribcage. ❝ can you help me or not ? ❞
Every Octavia Blake Scene ⇉ 30/?