ig·no·min·y

disgrace; dishonor

[memestm]

* .  ♡  sentence  starters  ft.  netflix’s:  the  society  1x02.

“  you  can’t  cry  forever.  “  

“  you  have  to  have  hope,  don’t  you  ?  “

“  maybe  the  buses  will  come  back  to  take  us  all  home.  “

“  there’s  a  game  of  fugitive  tonight.  it’s  going  to  be  the  biggest  one  yet.  you  in  ?  “

“  i’d  like  to  find  a  way  to  feel  better.  “

“  the  place  is  empty,  it’s  nobody’s  house.  “

“  this  place  is  yours  as  much  as  it  is  ours.  “

“  maybe  we  should  be  more  low-key.  some  people  could  freak  out.  “

“  there’s  no  reason  to  freak  out,  we’re  just  doing  inventory.  “

“  no,  no.  i’m  the  problem.  “

“  this  can’t  look  like  it  has  anything  to  do  with  me.  “

“  i  need  to  lay  low  for  a  while.  “

“  where  were  you  ?  you  were  already  gone  when  i  got  up  this  morning.  “

“  it’s  okay.  it’s  not  your  fault.  you  know  that.  “

“  who  care’s  if  it’s  not  my  fault  ?  “

“  i  watched  her  die  and  i  can’t  stop  thinking  about  it.  “

“  people  need  answers,  they  need  comfort.  we  have  to  know  where  to  look.  “

“  you  should  stay  over  tonight.  “

“  who  said  i’m  coming  to  your  party  ?  “

“  well,  it  can’t  be  that  great  spending  the  night  alone  in  your  own  house.  “

“  i’m  sorry  you’re  afraid  of  being  alone.  “

“  yeah,  well,  there’s  time  to  waste.  “

“  i  just  want  some  company,  i  guess.  “

“  i  know  how  to  be  invisible.  “

“  we’re  guessing  in  the  dark  here.  “

“  we  don’t  know  when  things  are  going  to  go  back  to  normal.  “

“  i  don’t  have  an  answer  to  those  questions.  “

“  the  only  thing  i  know  for  sure  we  can  control  is  ourselves.  “

“  i  think  people  are  doing  pretty  well,  under  the  circumstances,  don’t  you  ?  “

“  who  has  all  the  power  ?  “

“  are  you  really  going  to  eat  all  of  that  right  now  ?  “

“  it’s  a  nice  town,  but  it  can  get  old  pretty  fast.  “

“  you  can  be  my  partner,  if  you  want.  “

“  we’re  in  the  same  boat.  why  not  the  same  car  ?  “

“  you  say  too  many  things  you  don’t  mean.  “

“  you  don’t  need  to  do  this  for  me.  you  know  ?  “

“  maybe  you  shouldn’t  spend  all  of  your  time  worrying  about  me.  “

“  you  want  us  to  be  blamed  for  this  ?  “

“  i’m  not  really  in  the  mood  for  games.  “

“  you  can’t  do  that  without  asking.  “

“  i  can’t  take  responsibility  for  anything  i  did  when  i  was  eight.  “

“  i  just  didn’t  know  you.  “

“  why  do  you  keep  picking  me  ?  you  don’t  know  me.  “

“  i  think  that  we’re  kind  of  the  same,  don’t  you  ?  “

“  neither  one  of  us  has  many  friends.  “

“  rain  still  falls  down  instead  of  up.  that’s  comfort,  huh  ?  “

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ofangelicblood‌:

“Because people tend to know more than they’re willing to tell.” Especially when it came to protecting people they cared about or people that had threatened them to silence. He wasn’t certain if this one was telling him the truth or not, but he knew that if he didn’t keep pushing him for answers he’d never find out one way or the other. “You might’ve seen something without realising it. And we don’t need this person running loose on the streets,” Jace added, rolling his eyes at the other’s comments. Clearly he had no idea about the Clave and the Institute. Which meant he might be dealing with a mundane. If that ended up being the case it would bring a whole new set of problems and ones he wasn’t ready to deal with. Not when it meant calling in a warlock to wipe his memories. “If you want to be difficult that’s fine. I can be difficult, too. Just tell me what I’m looking for and you can go.”

One step, two. Eye-to-eye with the young boy before him, chin held high. A nose-breadth away. Daniel’s lips pressed firmly together --- his battle was not this nephilim’s. His tone was calm, the words that came forth, crisp and clear for the other to understand.    ❛   —   No. I know what I saw. To be clear and frank, it was in the way of my business. Don’t want monsters loose ? Then do your job properly, whatever it is that you do. Honestly speaking you’re not really doing that great of a job.  ❜ 

A righteous pride seemed to swell up from within --- something he had left long ago after his fall. Old habits never actually died hard, sad to say.  A simple nod of his head before he turned his back towards the boy, gesturing to the empty space of a plaza --- a dazzling smile lighting his face, the smile of someone who wanted to irritate another.   ❛ Ah, are you looking for a way out ? Because I can definitely point you to the nearest subway exit right over there. I leave when I choose to leave. ❜ The way Daniel moved made the lights seem as if they bounced off an invisible barrier on his shoulders --- a smidge of violet luminescence, then gone. 

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——— ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾  I ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. Oᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ Oᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Aɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ᴇɴᴅs ᴄᴀᴛᴀsᴛʀᴏᴘʜɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ.                        Wᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ғɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ? Wɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ. Wᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ sᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ? Aʟᴡᴀʏs. ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙———

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                                         @ofangelicblood | | |  cont’d

❛ My business does not concern you.  ❜ It was tiring to try and lie. Daniel hated lying to others in general unless it was to protect them. He wasn’t Cameron --- that vicious and vile good-for-nothing would lie, sweet-talk his way through anything. Daniel was the opposite. This boy questioning him was beginning to irritate him slowly. He had patience, however, he could not be kept for long.  ❝ I told you what I know and what I know is that I don’t remember where the one you were chasing after went. How is that not a proper answer for you? Or do you enjoy prying into other’s business? Is your nose brown? ❞ A smart response meant his irritation was at its peak. Actual truth was that he’d taken out the monster before the other could get here. Simply put, it had been in Daniel’s way.

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elucet‌:

“is that a trick question?” she was almost convinced he was toying with her by that point. what downworlder wouldn’t recognize a shadowhunter on sight? they were the ones in charge, the ones who enforced the accords, and the ones who would take them out if they put a toe out of line. or, if her father had his way, the ones who would wipe them and all beings with demon blood from the face of the earth. maybe he was new…

emerald eyes rolled as her attitude was insulted a second time, though she wasn’t going to bother defending herself to him. seraphina could be plenty nice… when she wasn’t busy trying to determine whether or not she’d have to kill someone before the end of the conversation. his intentions still weren’t clear. “i think fidite nemini rolls off the tongue more easily.” a shrug. as he approached, she stood firm and stayed keenly aware of each and every movement. if she needed to draw her blade again, she would. “trust issues have existed since the dawn of time. the fool’s the one who thinks he’s to good for him. he just hasn’t noticed the knife in his back.” 

A small chuckle and shake of his head. It wasn’t his intention to puzzle her, really it was a genuine question with wisdom hiding beneath the essence of it. Daniel held up his hands in a surrender-like motion before speaking,  ❛ Apologies. I don’t mean to come off as strange, it was an actual question, but can you gain understanding from it’s meaning? ❜ The boy was a deep thinker, questions would pop out from his mouth at the most random opportune moment. It made him sound like a regular weirdo on the street. 

❝ Regem ne te ?  ❞ Latin rolled off his tongue like honey. It was a dead language to some but a language he found interesting.  ❝ What if that fool is just waiting for someone to remove it ? Let’s say that knife is just a burden they’ve been carrying around. That knife symbolizes the pain, hardships they’ve gone through and it’s not just one knife, but many. There’s always someone out there waiting to pull those knives out even if they weren’t the ones who threw them. Actually, what if it wasn’t anyone who put those knives in that person’s back but themselves ? The nature of man is complex. To blame another for a grievous fault that was their own. ❞ The timbre of his voice had gone soft as did the look in his eyes. It was the look of one who had lost everything --- a look that spoke legions. Daniel had  M A N Y  knives. . .though he didn’t have the stamina to pull them out nor did he want to.  ❛ Don’t look so tense, I’m not going to do anything to you. I just want to know your name. You can even give me a fake one and I’ll use it. ❞ 

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elucet‌:

while his location was still strange, the second he revealed the sketchbook she couldn’t deny the appeal of what he’d been doing. sera would love nothing more than to escape somewhere quiet and beautiful and put pencil to paper for a while. alas, there were more important things to be done. demons to kill, mortal instruments to find, a father to appease… 

arms now crossed, her gaze remained uncertain as she watched him stick his landing. beyond the fact that he wasn’t fazed by her killing a demon, all of her senses told her he was something. she just wasn’t so sure what that something was. not a shadowhunter; he had no runes. not pale enough to be a vampire… hmm. perhaps a warlock glamouring the mark that would give him away? “excuse you. i’m no new yorker.” this was nothing but a pit stop in the grand scheme of things. once her mission was completed, she could return to idris and help her father reform the clave. “i’m just a girl who knows better than to give my name to strangers, daniel.” her tone was pointed as she said his name, as though she were calling him out for doing something foolish. “you never know who you can trust.”

Drawing was the only thing left he had to escape to. Years and years and years pass ---- to draw whatever caught his immediate attention. The beauty of what this world holds and of that which had created it ! Who knew. . .falling was beautiful but also dangerous. 

❛ My apologies. well, if you’re no new yorker then what may you be ? ❜ Daniel had a feeling about the answer but if she was one, she wasn’t one he’s ever seen before. the same went for the runes decorating her skin. But, he could feel her soul --- a sliver and it sang of power, maybe moreso than his own angelic blood ? He didn’t want to test that theory out. Daniel wasn’t here to fight. A shrug of nonchalance as he began walking over to her,  ❝ And I’m just a guy who doesn’t have many enemies. Probably because I’m a lot nicer than you. ❞ A chuckle before he averted his gaze towards the streets,  ❝ Ever heard of the phrase you gotta be the fool to fool the fool ? If you’re not smart enough, then trust issues don’t exist. ❞

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                                           @pasdoux | | c o n t ‘ d.

Daniel had simply lost his temper with these so-called outcasts so he had used his strength to beat it down --- Cameron had taken the former angel out. The fact the crater was still there, well, he’d forgotten to clean up that little mess. The boys had stood there and “debated” who should fix that mistake. The blithering idiot left Daniel to it. his lips pressed firmly together before his cold gaze. A gaze that would chill but also held the softest of lights within their depths. Humans --- he cared deeply for them, especially their souls. Nephilim ? Some he trusted, however, this one before him. . .his energy felt different, powerful.  ❛ This has nothing to do with you.  ❜ California. . .the state where Lucinda was currently enrolling into the Nephilim school, Shoreline. 

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elucet‌:

the voice from nowhere distracted seraphina enough that the demon slipped from her grasp. jaw clenched, she groaned in frustration. right when she was going in for the kill… “oh, nothing. only me trying to send something back to hell where it belongs.” not that the interruption was poised to stop her. those eyes of hers stayed trained on the demon – a shapeshifter, still in the form of some old man it’d copied during their chase – and she drew a dagger from its holster. ready… aim… fire! she sent the blade whizzing through the air and straight into the demon’s back, the weapon just long enough to run straight through. she wore a satisfied smirk as it sparked and combusted, leaving nothing behind but a puff of smoke and her fallen dagger.

now that she had that out of the way…

she allowed her attention to wander to the source of the man’s voice, discovering the ‘nowhere’ it had come from was… atop a tree? “isn’t this entrance a bit dramatic?” she crossed the way, going to fetch her dagger. returning it to its holster, she again looked to the stranger. “who–what–are you?” 

Ah --- a demon. A look of surprise didn’t register on his golden features as he listened to her answer. Odd as it was, to him, demons were once fallen angels, angels who had let their pride take them to ruin if not the side they bargained on. With an air of indifference, the young man watched on. There was a serene quality to him --- a blonde brow raised as she had thrown her weapon. She was well-trained and were those angelic runes etched onto the flat ends ? Interesting. They were none that he was used to seeing in any of his lifetimes. 

Her question had him chuckle --- a bright white-lit smile before he grabbed ahold of his closed sketchpad, waving it for her to take notice.  ❛ Not when you’ve been here for hours getting inspiration. Dramatic ? The only dramatic thing I saw here was your throwing skills.  ❜ A light tease towards her prowess. Another chortle before Daniel so graciously fell to the ground with a soft  T H U M P  accompanying his fall --- the light of the moon seemed to bounce and reflect off his back a soft violet glow.  ❛ You New Yorkers really are rude, aren’t you ? I hear common courtesy is huge nowadays. You know, the whole giving your name first before asking someone else’s ? But, I’ll cut you some slack. The name’s Daniel.  ❜

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Daniel & Gabbe appreciation

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                                     @caincursed | | | s t a r t e r 

The beating of furious wings could be heard on this side of the silent city. New York was the city that never sleeps but Daniel had made sure to bring the outcasts this way and out of the distance of human eyes. Every time he’d find one of these disgusting creatures he felt every cell in his body blaze, his grey colored eyes like a storm cloud. Silver iridescent wings began to close in around him before thrusting outward a powerful gust. These beings tried getting back into hell but were thrown out. Heaven would not take them either so one might say they were the in-between, evil. 

A starshot (lethal to angels alike) rested in Daniel’s hand, careful not to touch the blunt edge. To humans, it would leave a bruise. Down came the weapon to the hooded figure’s heart, the body began to shimmer before disappearing for good. Not a trace of him was left other than the mess they’d left fighting. Stuffing the weapon in his peacoat pocket, he felt his wings draw themselves within his bodice. It was unknownst to him that there were some prying eyes at this eerily silent streetway. So, who else was here ? Another outcast ? A mutter came past his lips, his gaze sharp as he began looking around.  ❛ You all just don’t know when to stop, do you ? ❜

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——— ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾  I ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. Oᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ Oᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Aɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ᴇɴᴅs ᴄᴀᴛᴀsᴛʀᴏᴘʜɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ.                        Wᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ғɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ? Wɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ. Wᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ sᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ? Aʟᴡᴀʏs. ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙———

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                                        @elucet | | s t a r t e r .

❛ Am I interrupting something here . . . ? ❜ Leg dangling from the branch of a nearby tree Daniel seemed to have been stargazing, that was until his peace had been upset. Senses tingled with familiarity of angelic blood right underneath his nose. Eyelids blinked, gray-violet flecked vision resting on a young girl not too far away. What was she doing to that poor soul ? Head tilted to the side as curiosity grasped at him. Did he feel something supernatural about that unfortunate person ? Yes. His question was spoken in a clipped tone, devoid of emotion. 

The color of his eyes, void of any violet particles now. The boy now sat haunched, both hands resting upon the branch, feet crying out to be grounded. But he waited. Glorious was the boy painted in gold --- the truce still intact with his former brother, it gave Daniel a rather luminous look much more so than a normal human with freshly tanned skin. Although, he paid no heed to the human eyes that looked his way in New York nor did he care for their attention.

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Reblog if you’re open to improvisational rp and just “winging it” with threads

Whether it’s the first interactions between the muses so the chemistry is still up in the air and it’s still unknown as to whether or not they’ll click before potential plotting, or the muses have too much minds of their own and run wild the moment you set them loose in a thread, plotting is hard and occasionally your pre-planned threads jump the track and go in totally different directions than anticipated thanks to the muses’ creative differences. Reblog this to let your rp partners know that you don’t mind simply jumping straight into in-character interactions and threads.

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igncminy‌:

so quick shout out about this clip / scene from the movie 

so i gotta give it to jeremy for pulling daniel off well. you can tell as he’s telling her this story that he begins to choke on his words. you can hear the raw emotions wanting to burst but he has to do all he can to hold them back. the way he doesn’t look at her for fear she might see something in his expression that even amounts to him “feeling something for her” when he doesn’t want to do that but only for her safety. you can hear the sorrow as he explains his past lover dying over and over and being reincarnated every life — new name, new family, new life. jeremy irvine really put effort into daniel’s character, granted we didn’t see him flipping luce the bird at all in the movie, but what gets me is how well he controls himself. he’s an outstanding actor. he made daniel sound so effing tired of it all — so tired of telling the same story over and over only for the reincarnation to just die again. idk but i thought that scene was iconic lol to get into your character’s mind set then acting it out perfectly…gooooood shiiit there.

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                                       @stclliferous | | c o n t’d.

Silver-colored eyes focused on the demoness. Every righteous cell burning white-hot whilst standing in her presence --- an inner voice spoke to vanquish, but easily pushed aside. He had more pressing matters than entertaining a primadonna. The Watcher’s hands placed within his peacoat’s pockets, wings itching to burst forth, to fly as far as he could from here. Soon his lips quirked up to reveal a dazzling smile --- a smile that looked perfect on a young man who’d so willingly burn down houses --- that was the most irate thing about him. It was the way in which he smiled, to mess with other’s mind. To annoy them. ❛ You know what that sounds like, Lilith ? Not my problem.  ❜ he’s had enough rebellions in his lifetimes, literally. Daniel was over the little crybaby escapades between demons and angels. He wanted nothing to do with it.