man on the moon.

 ╯[atp]

[lunaee]

inocenciia:

‘ ’    wait, give me back that sweater.  i actually made that by hand this time,                 100% magic free,    ’ ’  ( as if you couldn’t tell from the various yarn KNOTS all over the thing ) ‘ ’    — && there’s a little BLOOD on the sleeves from where i stabbed myself with the knitting needles, && forgot to CLEAN it.    ‘ ’

a look of light concern washes over proud features, head tilting to the side and sending a wave of long hair over his shoulder. he glances down toward the sweater, cloud-swatch orbs ghosting over a pale stain of rust-red -- the change in his demeanor is barely evident, but one who has known him long enough to recognize that a tinge of physical reaction from the changeling is equivalent to another person’s audible SHOUT would view it as such.

❝ … maybe … maybe you should be more careful, zoe ... ❞

[lunaee]

hhhhh I'm gonna do some stuff on ziya tonight after hw and then come on here to do drafts and starters!! sorry for making some of you wait so long I've been pretty busy ;;

[iinlked]

[lunaee]

iinlked:

OH CHILD; WHY DO YOU MOURN? why do you scratch at your skin and walk with your tail betwixt your legs … ? YOU are the SUN incarnate –– WALKING INFERNO, you are as GLORIOUS as HEAVEN, as DEATHLY as HELL. bear your scars like armour; use your experience as your sword. RISE !!! you were never made to weep –– to hide within the shadows, to be forever on your KNEES; RISE !! for you were made to rule from on high like a

  ———————-  KING.

[lunaee]

bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

[lunaee]

pjo verse son of hypnos lunae pjo verse son of hypnos lunae pjo verse son of hypnos lunae

[markrubenstein]

[melisica]

[lunaee]

still here i carry my old delicious burdens; i carry them, men and women - i carry them with me wherever i go. i observe, and i learn ‘

[lunaee]

i just kink shamed my own url i thought this day would never come

[2016-02-13, 10:42:59 PM] replica.: sidenote: people kept mistaking bluntisms as like, a blunt, and i think max has continued the legacy with the hammered url [2016-02-13, 10:43:44 PM] becca: OFT [2016-02-13, 10:43:44 PM] becca: OH MY GOD [2016-02-13, 10:43:46 PM] becca: PFT [2016-02-13, 10:45:05 PM] replica.: izzy is, surprisingly, the only one without some sort of questionable reference in her url, [2016-02-13, 10:46:53 PM] becca: whipwiielder is pretty kinky if u ask me [2016-02-13, 10:47:04 PM] replica.: s hit [2016-02-13, 10:47:16 PM] replica.: THE LIGHTWOOD CLAN IS A CLAN OF SINNERS [2016-02-13, 10:49:27 PM] becca: ^^ that was so robert lightwood of u [2016-02-13, 10:49:34 PM] becca: "yoURE A SINNER" [2016-02-13, 10:49:45 PM] becca: "AND YOURE A SINNER" [2016-02-13, 10:49:55 PM] becca: "AND YOU TOO!" [2016-02-13, 10:50:21 PM] becca: ^^ robert lightwood @ his family @ some point probably [2016-02-13, 10:50:23 PM] replica.: I JUST IMAGINED ROBERT AS LIKE, A STERYOTYPICAL SOUTHERN PASTOR [2016-02-13, 10:50:28 PM] becca: h E WOULD [2016-02-13, 10:50:34 PM] replica.: HITTING HIS CHILDREN OVE R THE HEAD WITH BIBLES [2016-02-13, 10:50:42 PM] replica.: sinners [2016-02-13, 10:51:05 PM] becca: IZZY JUST SCREAMS BACK [2016-02-13, 10:51:16 PM] becca: "ADULTRY IS A SIN!!!!"

[lunaee]

im dying why do all of these max lightwood rps have some sort of relation to hammers in their blog titles and urls lET ME SOB IN PEACE

[lunaee]

shitemojis:

        ❛ … i can only imagine the sad, sad, barren WASTELAND that your neko atsume must look like – like what a room full of donald trump’s real supporters must look like. ❜

          if only he could see the purest form of disappointment riddled behind mask of CRIMSON that may or may not have been a mix of blood &. fantastic fiber that he needed to buy more of. through phone was held tight in the palm of his hand, the urge to brag seemed much too STRONG to contain &. screen was practically shoved into the other’s face.   

❝ … isn’t mr. trump the politician that looks like an orange. ❞

is all he managed to blurt out before his train of thought was cut off again, the image of a mechanical komodo dragon looking gentleman in a business suit promptly replaced with this strange, costumed man’s cell phone screen. the mundanes of new york are certainty COLOURFUL, and if lunae could emote without going into catatonic shock, he’d be smiling like a child right now -- THIS MAN is the jackpot, an observer's DREAM COME TRUE. cloud-swatch eyes raise and scan his ‘neko atsume’, a mien of fabricated boredom remaining before he speaks, tone equally restrained. 

❝ cute. ❞

[lunaee]

shitemojis:

          ❛ my neko atsume is so sick right now – ❜ 

❝ … isn’t that … the game ... with the cats ... and the yard ? i downloaded it at one point but ... i kept forgetting to re-fill the food bowl ... ❞

he’s basically a cat himself -- sleeps 99% of the day, can fall from a 2 story building and land on his feet, resting bitchface. sidenote: if he had a real cat, it’d probably die.

[lunaee]

❝ … i … i sort of ... get what you’re saying ... -- ❞

his words draw off into torpid mumbling before he lowers his head down onto the table, graceful arms curling loosely around his hair whilst obscuring closed eyes. cue a soft snore, and then silence. oh. he’s fallen asleep. sorry. 

[otpprompts]

Your OTP is spooning when person A is about to fall asleep and person B then quietly whispers a pun into their ear.

[lunaee]

new starter call !!

[lunaee]

warlcck:

He looked amused, a smile was making his eyes shine as bright as the headlights that made the dance floor appear in different colours, as hypnotic as the music itself. Enjoying the conversation, even though the boy seemed slightly astonished that someone was actually paying attention to him rather than drinking their cocktails, dancing or making out, Magnus had leaned back in the chair, on ankle on the other knee.

“Magnus Bane. And I simply can’t believe your words, when you hide like that. And you are in hiding. Or at least you look like someone who has pissed off an ex and is now trying to make themselves invisible. But the cocktail is a good start. No one around you would like to dance with? I saw a few Kelpies on the bar, Night Children in the corner by the DJ or some Faeries lurking around the dance floor. Who goes to a club to SEE?”

he knows that it’s rhetorical due to the way that magnus’ tone lifted slightly at the end of his reply, but he can’t help but try and form an answer in his head -- WHY does he go to public places, not to interact, but simply to see ? he knows that this isn’t regular behaviour, of course ;; he’s slow, but not completely inept at handling personal questions, regardless of how much he likes to avoid them. lunae begins to move his bar stool back and forth, using his legs to gain slow albeit still present momentum, before answering. 

❝ … someone who likes to learn. someone who’d rather experience another person’s joy, because they are unable to do so themselves ... ❞

cue a delicate sip of his drink.

[lunaee]

rvenbow:

 { – } Alec’s gaze was still attached on the couple not too far. by now he was blocking out the voices of his comrades his opinion never much mattered in these cases and was commonly ignored – so why waste his time jumping in? jaw set back and the line sharp as glass he gave a quirk of his brow shaking his head in disapproval. it was as if he was able to see something most couldn’t and he was that was kinda the point of his job in the first place. body language, words, expressions, and eyes – he read them all soaked them in and picked out what he needed from them.

                                           slowly the shadowhunter leaned in resting his hand delicately on the other males back to keep him calm a sign of I won’t hurt you because oddly enough any gesture they made could set anyone off thinking they were about to attack. leaning in his voice dropped to a husk whisper bright blue eyes still resting on the mundanes. “the bride is screwing one of her bridesmaids – and the groom is screwing the other two.” a grin then took over painting his lips and allowing some teeth to show as he chuckled straightening his posture. “so yes, I do believe they won’t last. mundanes - too easy to read, too selfish, too disgusting.”

silence. he’s … impressed, yes. actually, a bit more than impressed -- even for someone who rarely utters more than a few syllables regardless of awe, lunae is speechless. however, this has more to do with the shadowhunter’s comment at the end of his blunt deduction than anything else. cue a slight shake of his head, sending loosely curled locks off into a torpid flurry as he gathers his words. piece by piece they come together, a PROCESS, as speaking isn’t exactly his forte and it takes time to say the right thing (especially since the changeling is still learning what exactly the right thing might BE in situations like this). eventually, he opens his mouth, pale, soft lips parting with a thin slit.

❝ … i ... don’t know a whole lot about shadowhunters. you’re ... hard to observe, to learn from, because you do not like to interact with those on the outside. but i know the basics. so tell me, please -- if you lived alongside a war, yet somehow remained oblivious to said war, would you, too, seem selfish and ignorant of your privilege to those who fight ... ? or, maybe, you’re just ... angry toward someone in particular. i’ve noticed that ... the shadow world has a horrible tendency ... to generalize. ❞

he isn’t angry, and it shows in his genuinely polite and patient tone -- though, while still devoid of emotion to some extent whilst listened to by normal ears, there is a slight hint of AUTHORITY. lunae has a hard time feeling anger due to the fact that he’s honed his ability to repress said emotion (all for the best, lest his cataplexy settle in) but that doesn’t mean he can’t be PROTECTIVE, even lightly so. no, not self defensive, for he doesn’t fit into the categorical definition of MUNDANE, nor paternal toward an entire species (because that’s just silly). simply ... speaking up for someone who isn’t there to do so themselves. he takes in a breath, feeling the other’s hand press further into his back as his lungs inflate. this is the first time, in a long time, that he’s been focused.