don't threaten me with a good time.

[magnificentself]

          ❝  i’ll hazard i can do                               (  MORE  )                       damage on my laptop sitting in my pajamas                                             before my first cup of  (  earl gray  )                                                             than you can do in a year in the field. ❞

[magnificentself]

                   — i am considering coming back to the rp scene, and am curious to see if anyone i know might still be around, or if there are any useful resources i can lean on, because it’s been awhile

[magnificentself]

                    — i am back and should get some posts done tonight  (  feel free to like for a starter  )

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        ❝ leave this blue neighbourhood     never knew loving could hurt this good                              and it drives me wild. ❞

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       ❝ high warlock of brooklyn,                         and scrabble champion  — ❞

[magnificentself]

ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅᴇʀ.

        ❛ i was saying NO to a crop top—- ❜              coming home like this was bad enough. stepping inside like some scene teenager trying way too hard was too embarrassing to think about. he’d have to resign ( regardless ) he follows after the other, looking around absently until he realizes they’re in what must be magus’ bedroom ( one of many, probably ). and alec has more than enough decency in himself to feel awkward about it—- at least for exactly five seconds,                                                       because then he sees a cat.            it’s curled up in the middle of the bed, seemingly oblivious to the world except for the large, dilated eyes trained on alec. he pauses completely, coming to a full stop, and misses magnus’ words entirely as the animal draws his attention ( friendly or not was the question ; was he had ready to risk the embarrassment if it was not is the other ). so, he moves cautiously, setting his untouched cup of tea ( gone cold now ) on a coaster on his bedside table before shifting to crouch down in front of the bed rather than sit on top ( it would be WEIRD to sit on a stranger’s bed ) and he waits for the cat to get accustomed to his closer proximity before reaching out, hand coming to a stop in front of its face so it can sniff.        it does, doesn’t hiss ( victory ) and his lips tug upwards a little as alec settles his fingers into its fur, lightly scratching his fingernails underneath its chin ( since ALL cats are weak for it ) only then does it dawn on him magnus has said something and he lifts his head, blue hues shifting to the warlock and away from the cat ( briefly ).                                                ❛ black and plain, ❜                  it’s not a request. 

                 chairman meow was a snub-nosed munchkin kitten of a tabby persuasion and very PARTICULAR about the company he kept  (  even more so than his eccentric owner  )  it wasn’t uncommon for him to take a personal distaste towards the companions magnus brought about.  some mundane animals felt a particular discomfort around downworlders which had spurred on the common misconception about their hatred for ghosts  (  when in fact it was only the rude tail-pulling ghosts they avoided  )  but as it stood, it didn’t seem to mind the nephilim at all, a low rumbling in it’s throat denoting an immediate fondness.                   it’s enough to earn a curious look from magnus.                              (  before he remembers he was speaking  )                  and he makes a face  (  one which could be disturbed at the notion of lending out something so ordinary  )  it’s liable that he doesn’t own anything plain at all, but he plunged back into his closet to make sure and wondered vaguely if there was something unacceptable with lending the nephilim  (  one he was interested in  )  clothes that’d been left behind by a previous rendezvous  (  PROBABLY  )                   ❝ how about plain and purple? ❞

                  he emerged semi-victorious clutching the aforementioned shirt in hand  (  and to be fair it’s avery muted purple and a few sizes too big for him  )  ❝ surely shadowhunters are allowed some small amount of colour in their lives. ❞

[magnificentself]

sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ.

         there’s a FEELING she gets when she’s around other witches – or warlocks, for that matter. when she was younger, it was a feeling she ignored and summed up to just jitters of barely understanding her magic. this time, the feeling practically swallows her whole when she walks inside. it’s an overwhelming feeling that she hasn’t had in a long time. she isn’t even sure why she’s here – aside from just wanting to do something FUN. for once, she’s doing something that doesn’t involve vampires or other supernatural beings of the sort. 

                         ( or at least supernatural beings that didn’t come with fangs & claws. ) 

              her gaze is locked on the surroundings, embracing the noise and the comforting feeling of being somewhere with someone like her – even if she can’t exactly pinpoint who it is yet. the thought crosses through her mind and a minute later, she finds the reason why she’s feeling the way she is. she hears him before the feeling hits, the sound of footsteps and the clank of jewelry hitting each other with each step. she gives a smile to return his ( though she doubts it’s quite as charming as his ), eyebrow raising at his comment. 

                                      ❛ — new in town. ❜ temporarily in town, whatever. 

               the clothing comment makes her laugh, a BRIGHT sound amidst the loud chaos of the music and people talking. of all the things she expected him to say – that never made the list. ❛ –  bourbon, neat. ❜ she replies without thought & out of habit. ( don’t read into her drink choices, please – she’s practically begging you here. )  a beat passes and that feeling of FAMILIARITY  passes over her again like a wave. she’s practically itching to say something about magic, something that will either strike up a conversation OR will end with her covering her tracks. 

                                              ❛ is it your JOB to know everyone who comes here then? ❜

                   a raised hand and a motion toward her made it’s impression on the bartender  (  a seelie with a particular FLAIR for mixing the kinds of drinks that floored grown men  )  before magnus had settled himself against the bar, an elbow rested atop it and a humored sound settling on the edge of his tongue. it wasn’t a job  (  that’d assume he’d wanted for it  )  he considered it an unfortunate responsibility.                    a few centuries and people started to see you as wise and responsible.                                    (  magnus bane was NEITHER and particularly frustrated with the assumption  )                    ❝ not all the time, but i confess i take an interest in my own. ❞  

                   he’d met FEW but kept in close contact with only two  (  ragnor and catarina  )  and both of them had the misfortune of being more OBVIOUS about what they were. marks warlocks carried were so scarcely invisible and his eyes could be explained away as a trick of the light but skin of blue and green became utterly apparent  (  catarina took to glamours while ragnor insisted women found the shade of his skin to be attractive  )                    ❝ we’re a rare species around these parts, it seems. ❞                      because the notion that he didn’t see any of them being attributed to his personality or lackluster parties was far too offensive to consider. his parties were all the rage, and his charm was without comparison.                                                                 ❝ mind if i ask what brings you to town? ❞

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                         ❛ do what’s right, even if it kills you. ❜

[magnificentself]

                    — reminder to please not follow me if your only intention is SHIPPING because i’m an old tired warlock who can’t handle that  (  also despite malec being canon if you write an alec with me please don’t ASSUME that’s the relationship they have/will have i treat every interpretation of the same character as an individual case  )

[magnificentself]

ᴜɴɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ.

Immediately, she can sense the name doesn’t recall any favor. Not that she’d expected it to - hell, she’s only HERE because of Camille’s well-deserved malicious reputation. At his curt reply, her cool edge s h i f t s with her weight, chin lifting in s t e e l y desperation.

     ❝ Not - because you OWE her. ❞

Her frustration mounts quickly, uncertainty overriding the stakes she has vested in him. Hoping for assistance from one MAGNUS BANE is a longer shot than confronting Camille alone and expecting anything less than absolute d e s t r u c t i o n … but long shots seem to be her M.O.

     ❝ Because you k n o w her. ❞ 

The t w i s t e d , sordid history between them was relatively unknown to Rose, but that didn’t meant she’d missed the feeling. You’d be hard-pressed not to find a vampire who hadn’t heard the rumors about the two: most fantastical, even by Downworlders’ standards. Resolute, she straightens, arms crossed and eyes hardened.

    ❝ She’s got - someone of m i n e - someone of hers, previously, I guess, but I don’t need to tell YOU how fickle Camille can be. ❞

A huff, and she’s returned to herself, hair slipping off her shoulder as she tilts her head.

     ❝ I‘m not looking for a warlock; I’m looking for a jilted lover. Or any lover, really; I don’t know how many centuries someone can hold a grudge before it’s just depressing. ❞

                    his fingers UNFURLED against the doorframe but didn’t relinquish their hold on it  (  a cage keeping both on either side with no hint on which of them were prisoner  )  it was true his history with her was a rich one in misfortune  (  though it would be a lie to deny there weren’t better times, too  )                       but she'd been capable of unpleasant things back before she’d become the leader of the vampires in his city and now he had no doubt her ability to make his life DIFFICULT were he to invite it upon himself  (  he had enough trouble with vampires as it was  )  and he leant forward out of pandemonium with his brows drawn into a furrowed line, and his lips hitched on a question.                      ❝ and despite the nephilim being rife in this city, you’ve come here — ❞

                    when had he become the middle ground between downworlders and shadowhunters alike? it certainly wasn’t a POSITION he’d put his hand up for  (  in fact he’d prefer to take as little part as possible  )  he’d offered his aid over dozens of lifetimes and it’d never worked out well for him. it’d left him with few allies and entire cities where his name was not welcome. perhaps he’d brought it on himself. he’d been too accommodating and too well known. he’d sullied his hands with blood and he’d shouted at the angels.                      but it’d all been for a CAUSE no one was willing to fight.                                (  now there were too many armed for too few causes  )

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                       I got my mother’s good looks & my father’s GREAT RAGE

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[magnificentself]

          @vcntress

                    it’s IMPOSSIBLE to overlook her.                                    she practically DEMANDED acknowledgment.                      and it leaves an effect which washes over the patrons of his cantina. some turn and watch her while others lower their heads and raise their shoulders in a bid to disappear  (  it says republic, it says sith  )  and he’s none too fond of anyone carrying a lightsaber, but crimson stirred a particular distaste for him. magnus bane had done his best to remain under the radar  (  his potential for the force overlooked and his particular ill-will toward both the jedi and sith as entities had led him to keep it that way  )                     but he never could resist staring into the eye of a storm. 

                    ❝ that certainly was SOME entrance. ❞

[loony-single]

[magnificentself]

ғᴀɪʀᴄʜɪʟᴅ.

                  clary needed ANSWERS. it was hard knowing who to trust. of course the ginger wanted to believe that she could T R U S T the lightwoods and jace. however, even with them … she was still a bit skeptical for now. the only people who she truly trusted were her MOTHER and SIMON. it used to be luke too, but ever since hearing that he had used them to get the cup, her heart had grown b i t t e r towards him.

                                     the girl needed to remember where her mother had hidden the M O R T A L- C U P, but it was hard to do that with a block on her memories. magnus bane was the warlock who had put the BLOCK there, and she was disappointed when finding out that he couldn’t take it out. the last time clary had seen the warlock, was when her, jace, the lightwoods, and simon crashed his party.

                  she took it upon herself to sneak out of the i n s t i t u t e, and pay magnus another visit. she used her necklace to find him, he was at the PANDEMONIUM. maybe it was foolish of her to leave without telling anyone, but clary didn’t care. she needed to find her mother before it was too L A T E.

                                     m a g n u s was in a rather good mood when she ran into him. they started chatting for a bit, before clary decided to ask him some more questions about the mortal cup, her MEMORIES, and jocelyn.

                  ‘well, ISABELLE has been pretty friendly. alec’s the one who isn’t too F O N D  of me.’ clary rolled her green hues back at the thought.

                                     she could hear her phone going off in her pocket.

                                                        it was probably J A C E.

                    it doesn’t surprise him.                      if anything the notion that the other two had remained steadfast after her lineage had been revealed was more SHOCKING  (  not that he’d had much choice in the matter  )  but valentine wasn’t a favoured name amongst the clave and the downworlders alike and a stain on his reputation. he’d had the opportunity decades ago to PREVENT the worst but he’d been weak  (  at least some good have come of it  )                     at least one of the marks the circle leader had left on the world was good.                                        evidence that even from the DARK could come LIGHT.                      ❝ i hear the blonde one has taken a SHINE to you. ❞  

                    downworlders liked to gossip each about another kind  (  no one gossiped about the werewolves  )                     ❝ but i don’t suppose you came all this way to discuss boys. ❞  

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the wolf among us || starters

[werewolfwarrior]

offabletown:

❝  Is that a threat? ❞  ❝  These lips are sealed. ❞ ❝  It is better to be feared than loved.❞  ❝  I’ve seen the way you look at ___ , okay ? You’re not foolin’ me. ❞ ❝  You’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❞ ❝  Anyone ever tell you you got a big fuckin’ mouth? ❞ ❝  Whatever. I’m too out of it to get into it. ❞ ❝  We all have our parts to play. ❞ ❝  You can’t change the past. ❞ ❝  ____ , I’m gonna break your fucking face. ❞ ❝  I’ve heard stories about you. ❞ ❝  In some tiny little bottled up way, deep inside … you kind of enjoy it when things go wrong . ( Because it gives you an excuse to just … stop pretending ). ❞ ❝  Life is easier with friends. ❞ ❝  Well I’d appreciate it if you’d fuck off. ❞ ❝  But no, hate’s the wrong word. They fear you more than anything. ❞ ❝  I know you like this whole ’ lone wolf ’ thing you got going for yourself. ❞ ❝  I wish I could have seen it. ❞ ❝  I’ll see you around. ❞ ❝  You almost looked peaceful. Except you’re lying in a dirty alley. ❞ ❝  Just … try not to be like ( yourself ) … ❞ ❝  Pardon the intrusion. I wasn’t aware this was a munchkin’s house. ❞ ❝  I didn’t realize you were the bitch of the bitch. ❞ ❝  Hey, what are your plans now? ❞ ❝  I’m not yours to lose! ❞ ❝  Blah blah … blah blah blah. ❞ ❝  Are you saying you need a friend right now? You can trust me. ❞ ❝  People are scared of you. I mean, look at your hands. ❞ ❝  You looked like when you take an action figure and bend it’s limbs the wrong way. ❞ ❝  But at the end of the day I’m still the bad guy. ❞ ❝  Everything used to be so simple … we had a beginning, a middle, & an end. ❞ ❝  When we suffer, we do it in silence. ❞ ❝  You should worry about your own fucking situation. ❞ ❝  I’ve made mistakes. ❞ ❝  You do what you want … you always do what you want. ❞ ❝  I’m glad you’re not dead. ❞ ❝  We need to do things the right way! ❞ ❝  You’ll pray to any god who’ll listen that your mother never shit you into this fucking world.❞ ❝  Wait a minute … someone’s watching. ❞ ❝  I know it’s dangerous , but I’m not helpless. I can take care of myself. ❞ ❝  Not now, not now, shhhh, the grown ups are talking. ❞ ❝  Out of my way ! I’ll show you how it’s done! ❞ ❝  Do you want the Big Bad Wolf to take you away? ❞ ❝  That was about 8 on the asshole scale … ❞ ❝  Cut the bullshit & quit wasting my time. ❞ ❝  This was really the wrong day to try & pull this shit! ❞ ❝  You’re a monster! A fucking monster! ❞ ❝  You understand wanting to protect what you care about, don’t you ? You’d do anything. ❞