✧ ⁚ ⁛ ｡╰ ᵇʳᵃᵗ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉ⋅

[lamagice]

   ✧ ⁚ ⁛  ｡    ╰     time  has  touched  every  inch  of  her  skin  and  still  it  is  flawless,   age  has  carved  into  her  soul  and  still  it  stands.   she  misses  the  roar  of  the  early  twenties,  and  the  freedom  of  the  sixties,   the  sex  of  the  eighties  and  she  lives  like  a  queen  in  the  new  tens.   aurora  thames   —–    a  perpetual  brat  ,    with  magic  that  is  used  for  nothing  but  mischief  and  personal  gain.    hundreds  of  years  and  maturity,  manners  and  morals  have  yet  to  sink  their  claws  into  her.                         //   a  warlock  /  shadowhunters  /  tmi  original  muse,   penned  by  skye.   mature  content  present  &  tagged.

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   ✧ ⁚ ⁛  ｡    ╰     time  has  touched  every  inch  of  her  skin  and  still  it  is  flawless,   age  has  carved  into  her  soul  and  still  it  stands.   she  misses  the  roar  of  the  early  twenties,  and  the  freedom  of  the  sixties,   the  sex  of  the  eighties  and  she  lives  like  a  queen  in  the  new  tens.   aurora  thames   —–    a  perpetual  brat  ,    with  magic  that  is  used  for  nothing  but  mischief  and  personal  gain.    hundreds  of  years  and  maturity,  manners  and  morals  have  yet  to  sink  their  claws  into  her.                         //   a  warlock  /  shadowhunters  /  tmi  original  muse,   penned  by  skye.   mature  content  present  &  tagged.

[lamagice]

girlsacrificed.

   ‘  i have no issues with that  ,  you aren’t exactly my type  .  ‘  head canted to the side as her lips turned into a sort of half smirk  ,  wondering if the female had been lying to her  .  ‘  well you should  ,  he’s a good friend of mine  .  he just has this habit of spontaneously traveling  &  i’d like to speak to him  .  ‘

   a  soft  chuckle  slithers  from  her  tongue.   “  i  am  everyone’s  type,  darling.  “   as  if  a  fact,  her  words  are  said  with  conviction  and  void  of  hesitation.    “  well,  i  don’t.   “   she  mimics  the  younger’s  tone.  “  in  that  case,  check  milan  or  hawaii.   perhaps  even  peru.  “   her  hand  waves  dismissively.

[lamagice]

heartguided.

considering he’d just met this woman, he’s hardly up for getting into the details of his family life. alec isn’t about to explain to her how his family was exiled from idris for his parents being former members of the circle. in no way did he feel she was privy to that information. “ it’s a long story, but no. ” in fact they hadn’t even shared names yet, now that he realized.

   she  had  always  been  intrusive,  but  as  time  strolled  on  and  her  morals  seemed  to  stretch  or  rather  loosen,   intrusive   became  invasive.     her  lips  purse.   “   poor  little  shadowhunter.  “   she  muses,  and  her  feign  pout  bounces  back  to  a  fleeting  smirk  all  too  quickly.   “  what’s  your  name  ?  “    it’s  more  curiosity  than  consideration  that  pegs  the  question  but  still,   it’  uttered.  

[occasionalrpmemes]

questions for the mun, regarding the muse.

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

What made you decide to write this muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]

[lamagice]

i  updated  my  verses  page  !!

[lamagice]

PLOTTING   CALL.   !!

[lamagice]

             not  all  girls  are  made  of  sugar,  spice  &  everything  nice ;    i  am  made  of  SPITE  &  WINE  &  EVERYTHING  FINE.                          │   penned  by  skye.

[lamagice]

rip  his  ego  out  with  your  freshly  painted  nails.     (  aurora  florence  thames  aesthetic.  )

[lamagice]

heartguided.

unsure of how to feel about this pet name she’d just given him, alec brushes it off quickly enough to not give away that he noticed or was affected by it at all. “ i’ve been here for most of my life. ” which was unusual for shadowhunters considering most were trained in idris at least for a while, but the lightwoods were unconventional in this sense. exile forcing them elsewhere.

    despite  having  kept  herself  fairly  distant  from  the  shadow  and  down  world  alike,   the  warlock  knew  enough  that  most  of  the  angelic  descents  often  kept  to  their  magical  city  of  idris,   at  least  for  a  rather  big  part  of  their  life.   her  head  tilts  in  confusion  and  she  debates  on  inquiring.   boundaries  had  never  been  her  forte.   “  how  odd  -----    no  fairytale  land  for  you  ?  “    she  muses.  it  was  only  a  fairytale  city  to  her,  and  a  fairytale  she  wanted  no  part  of.

[cherylblossom]

[lamagice]

devilwithin.

                  another  chuckle  rolls  down  his  tongue ,  watching  her  from  just  a  distance  away  before  a  simple  nod  follows  through .  ❝  who  ever  told  you  otherwise ?  ❞  a  brief  silence  hung  between  them ,  his  gaze  softened .  ❝  just  know  i  like  the  way  you  are  —  even  when  you’re  a  riddle  wrapped  inside  a  mystery  inside  a  bitch .  ❞

    though  she’s  content  with  the  small  laugh  that  leaves  him,  she  doesn’t  return  the  easy  sound.  lips,  however,   curl  up  into  the  faintest  of  a  grin.  she  drags  her  fingers  through  her  own  dark  waves,  stringing  them  away  from  her  face.  “  no  one,  obviously.  “   she  scoffs  though  there’s  hardly  any  malice  in  the  sound.  “  you’re  not  such  a  drag  yourself.  “     her  grin  turns  teasingly  playful.   

[lamagice]

             not  all  girls  are  made  of  sugar,  spice  &  everything  nice ;    i  am  made  of  SPITE  &  WINE  &  EVERYTHING  FINE.                          │   penned  by  skye.

[lamagice]

runebrush.

‘‘ just because valentine’s my father, doesn’t mean i agree with the way he thinks,’‘ clary breathed, voice leaves thin. ‘‘ it’s disgusting. he’s disgusting.’‘

    “  one  can  only  hope  your  shiny  red  apple  does  fall  far  from  the  tree.  “

[lamagice]

devilwithin.

        a  scoff  escapes  him ,  dark  brown  eyes  slowly  travelling  back  to  her  familiar  ones ,  a  little  cold  smile  gracing  his  features .  ❝  quite  the  challenge ,  if  you’d  ask  me .  ❞

     one  brow  lifts,  a perfected  arch  as  their  gazes  tangle  once  again.   her  own  lips  tilt  up,  a  smirk  ghosting  over  ruby  petals.   “   i’m  worth  it.  “

[lamagice]

my night is going from crap to shittier and I just want to lay in my own bed.

[lamagice]

             not  all  girls  are  made  of  sugar,  spice  &  everything  nice ;    i  am  made  of  SPITE  &  WINE  &  EVERYTHING  FINE.                          │   penned  by  skye.