[mundanelife]

swtsvrndr​:

some  people  are  all  smoke  and  mirrors;  maya,  in  comparison,  is  a  sledgehammer  that  clips  the  mirror  and  just  keeps  swinging  to  subvert  expectations.  she  sees  the  looks  people  often  give  her  –  equal  parts  confusion,  or  overwhelmed  –  and  she  hides  her  amusement  from  behind  her  coffee,  or  whatever  sweet  treat  she’s  snacking  on  that  day.  some  might  say  it’s  a  compulsive  need  for  attention,  positive  or  negative,  but  she  likes  to  look  at  it  as  just  having  a  little  fun.   “  thrupple. ”   she  repeats,  dragging  out   every  syllable.  “  it’s  not  a  complicated  concept.  three  people  in  a  couple  ?   they’re  not  bigamists  or  anything.  my  moms  are  married  legally,  sure,  but  they  did  one  of  those  spiritual  ceremonies  or  something  in  tibet  so –”   she  waves  a  hand.   “  you  get  it. ”   she  does  not,  in  fact,  know  if  the  girl  gets  it,  but  her  confusion  is  even  more  delicious  than  the  stolen  pastry.  

.. “A thrupple,” Clary repeats again, reaching for her coffee again and offering a nod. “I mean, I kind of figured that was what you had meant, but I just wanted to confirm instead of make assumptions.” This certainly wasn’t how Clary saw her day going, but honestly, she’d had worst days. “It definitely sounds like an adventure, that’s for sure. I don’t think I could manage a thrupple, I’m too disorganized.” Smiling around the rim of her cup, Clary nodded in agreement. “Oh, yeah. Yeah. I totally get it. As much as I can jumping into this conversation head first, anyway.”

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byacatalepsy​:

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he briefly wonders if this is one of those new people, the ones that act as if they’ve just dropped into the city from THE SKY. dazed, confused, lost, and so alone. it’s a curiosity he keeps to himself most of the time ( unless addressed by someone )  —-  but for someone who’s always taken a certain interest in observing people and all the pages that make up the stories, this is definitely an excellent reflection material.

his brows rise shortly at her remark. at the very least, she’s just made it obvious that she’s not a native to reprieve.  “ all the rumors about new york are true, then, huh? ”  that is all he has. rumors. he’s never known anything beyond seattle and now reprieve. it’s not like TRAVELING is included on his agenda for basic survival. ( until recently, at least, when a certain european trip happened. )  “ are there actually rats fighting each other for dominance at the subway? i saw a video once. someone tried to convince me it was fake. ”

Reaching for her half-empty drink, Clary made a face as she brought it to her lips and realized it was cold. She’d never been a fan of iced coffee, she much preferred hers piping hot, but if it was supposed to be iced then at least she’d be expecting it. She forced down a long drink though, making a bit of a face that she couldn’t quite help as she set the cup down. While she desperately wanted a replacement, she knew she probably shouldn’t if she wanted any prayer of sleeping that night. “All of them and then some, yeah.” Clary couldn’t help but smile, but it was a little sad: she desperately missed everything about New York. “And yeah, those rats are actually the size of cats when you’re up close and personal and they’re pretty terrifying. What you really need to look at for is the pigeons, though. They’re vicious and have wings.”

[mundanelife]

bludsukka​:

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as  she  returns  the  embrace,  he  can’t  help  the  smile  that  warms  his  features.  he’s  just  about  to  lean  in  and  kiss  her  —  because  he  can  do  that  now.  they’re  dating  —  when  her  words  cause  him  to  pause.   confused,  he  blinks.  “  i  haven’t  worn  them  in  months. ”   he  replies  with  a  puzzled  look.  “  it’s  not  like  i  need  them  anymore.  vamp  vision,  remember  ?   you  sure  you’re  feeling  okay  ? ”

the  more  she  talks,  the  more  he  doesn’t  need  her  to  answer.  something  is  seriously  wrong.  it’s  almost  like  —  he  freezes.

“  hold  on. ”  he  holds  up  his  hand,  drawing  her  attention  so  he  can  confirm.  the  theory  is  …  well  it’s  crazy.  people  don’t  actually  develop  spontaneous  bouts  of  amnesia  in  real  life.   or  do  they?   a  few  weeks  ago  he  would  have  said  people  couldn’t  be  teleported  into  other  dimensions  too  but  clearly  that’s  not  true.   “  that  was  months  ago. ”   his  stomach  flips,  thinking  about  how  much  has  changed  in  that  amount  of  time;   like  her  mother’s  death,  her  evil  dad,  and  the  fact  that  they’re  together.

shit.  shit,  shit,  shit. “  not  good. ”  he  murmurs,  despair  in  his  tone.  “  oh  this  is  sonot  good. ”

“Months ago?” It would seem that what he said about vamp vision was lost on her as more important topics came to light. Clary felt her chest begin to fall and rise more rapidly as her breathing picked up pace, and her chest felt so damn tight that it was impossible to take a deep breath.  “Simon, what -- what are you talking about? It just -- I was just at the loft! My mom is gone and there was this horrible...thing that attacked me! It bit me or stung me or something, and then that weird blonde guy from Pandemonium showed up and killed it!” Some birthday this was. Her eighteenth birthday was supposed to be one to remember, one of the best days of her life, but this was proving to be one of the worst days for the books. Feeling ice cold, her arms wrapped right around her stomach and she shook her head. “I don’t know what’s going on. We just have to find my mom, Simon. She can help us figure this all out. She knows something, she started to tell me about it before everything happened. It has something to do with these.” She held out the presents her mom had given her for her birthday, the wand-looking thing and the necklace. 

[mundanelife]

swtsvrndr​:

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“  don’t  worry.  i  get  that  a  lot. ”  she  smirks  as  her  bag  drops  to  the  ground,  effortlessly  sliding  into  the  seat  across  from  her.  after  six  hours  in  the  dance  studio,  working  on  her  fouettés  and  double  tours,  she’s  not  being  dramatic  when  she  says  she  can’t  make  it  a  single  step  more.   as  it  is,  she’s  already  made  the  decision  to  leave  her  car  in  the  lot  and  take  a  lyft  home.   “  my  parents  are  in  a  thrupple. ”  she  explains,  reaching  over  to  break  a  piece  off  of  the  stranger’s  pastry  to  pop  into  her mouth.  “  sorry.  i’m  starving.   but  yeah,  i’m  used  to  people  staring.   that,  and  i’m  hot. ”  another  shrug  accompanies  the  comment.  “  it  happens  all  the  time. ”

Clary looked slightly taken aback as the other proceeded to simply plop down in front of her, though she seemingly took it in stride. Clary was used to crowds in Pandemonium and crowded small cafes, so this wasn’t all too unfamiliar. “...Can you repeat that? I don’t think I heard you...a what? Thrupple?” Clary proceeded to push the rest of the pastry towards the other; she hadn’t taken a bite of it since she bought it, so someone may as well eat it. “And I thought I’d heard of just about everything, but this is new.”

[mundanelife]

byacatalepsy​:

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get back into the motions. it was easier said than done, like most things in life. things haven’t been on their best behavior the past few months and, for someone who used to sacrifice everything for STABILITY and to merely get by on every passing day, that hasn’t been …  ideal. he had one taste of what really LIVING feels like and now it’s even harder to keep his head low and turn a blind eye to the things he’d told himself he didn’t care about. but he’s still trying. this is why he’s been spending a few hours, on the daily, in this coffee shop, writing  —  everything from notes, to poems, to anecdotes. he’s also been spending time on university scouting. ( yes. it’s a real thought now. ) sadly, he doubts he could get into one without some help from his mafia boss who’s currently PISSED at him.

what a headache. he’s so deep into the trance of his thoughts he doesn’t realize he’s been staring right in some girl’s direction until she speaks first, apparently apologizing for the same offense. he manages a ghostly ( and tired ) half-smile.  “ you too? ”  he questions mellowly, closing the lid of his laptop with a push of his finger.  “ it’s alright. people could be more understanding of this phenomenon. it’s kind of therapeutic. ”

“Yeah, me too, I guess. It looks like ..four lattes over the course of the past hour definitely doesn’t make up for not sleeping all week.” She wouldn’t be able to sleep if she tried, but she was so exhausted that she was starting to question again if she were hallucinating this whole thing. And she knew that if she somehow would be able to doze off, the nightmares would plague her: of the demons she’d seen, the terrible things that could have happened to her mother... She was trying to make sense of this all, and sleep deprivation was only making matters worse. And to think, just a few days ago she’d been worried about college and art school. Things were so different now. “I’m a New Yorker, so I mean...I’m used to being snapped at for accidentally gazing off in the wrong direction. God forbid you make eye contact.”

[mundanelife]

@reprievestarters​ Fingers stained gray from the graphite in her hands, Clary looked down at the sketchpad before her and frowned. Lip between her teeth, she sighed as she pulled out an eraser and carefully made an edit, and she then quietly nodded to herself as though satisfied with the work she’d done. It felt good to decompress, to stop thinking about everything that had happened over the past few days and to get back to basics: coffee, a pastry, and her sketchpad. Those three things were her staples, and made her feel at home in a place she still considered strange. The coffee shop was crowded with unfamiliar faces, though the shop itself was beginning to become familiar. She had spent more time at a table in the corner than she had anywhere else, and she was planning on keeping it that way for a while. However, as other eyes met her own, she felt her eyes widen and she offered a half-smile. “Um, sorry,” she offered, “I wasn’t being creepy or staring or anything. I was just zoning out there for a second.”

[rcisehclls]

(  tagging  @mundanelife​​  )

he  knows  now  that  not  everything  in  reprieve  is  as  it  might  seem.  he’s  run  into  doppelgangers  of  both  his  children  now  —  one  who,  in  a  fit  of  annoyance  at  his  apparent  existence,  threw  a  fit  and  stormed  off  —  so  he  knows  not  to  make  assumptions  without  facts  to  back  them  up.  appearances  can  be  deceiving.   best  to  keep  your  guard  up  until  you’re  certain  you  know  who  you’re  dealing  with.

when  he  spots  a  familiar  head  of  fiery  red  hair,  he  decides  to  take  a  calculated  approach.   he  carefully  draws  the  rune  to  allow  him  to  present  himself  differently,  settling  on  himself  —  only  20  years  younger.   while  few  might  recognize  him  this  way,  he  knows  his  daughter  wouldn’t;   it’s  the  perfect  way  to  get  close  enough  to  her  to  determine  if  it  is  her,  and  if  so  how  much  she  knows  about  him  and   the  world  he  comes  from.   

he  ducks  into  the   coffee  shop  behind  her,  snatching  a  coffee  from  someone  with  their  eyes  cast  away  to  use  as  an  opening.  he  nudges  forward  as  if  he’d  been  pushed,  the  hot  liquid  spilling  out  over  his  hands  and  splashing  onto  her  jacket.   “  shit. ”   he  curses  low  under  his  breath,  eyes  wincing  sympathetically  as  he  reaches  past  her  for  some  napkins.   “  i’m  sosorry.   someone  knocked  into  me  and  …  well,  you  see  what  happened  next.  heh.  let  me  make  it  up  to  you  … ”   he  digs  into  his  pockets  once  he’s  dabbed  at  the  coffee  on  her  jacket  awkwardly.   “  croissants  on  me  ?   or  cookies,  whichever  you  like  more.   or  eclairs,  if  that’s  your  thing.  ”   the  younger  version  of  him  was  never  this  awkward,  or  inept,  but  if  she  hangs  around  that  vampire  voluntarily  …  he’s  sure  she’ll  react  well  to  this  bumbling  fool.   

[mundanelife]

This week has been one of the strangest (and worst) of her life, and things just seemed to be getting stranger and stranger. It had all started on her birthday, and Clary was having trouble keeping a handle on things. Her mother was gone, demons and other crazy made-up things existed, and now she was...here. Wherever here was. Clary was still not altogether unconvinced that she was dreaming, and she couldn’t help but laugh at the irony that this all felt like some kind of sci-fi comic that she and Simon would put together. At least Simon was here, a light in the dark, some peace in her nightmare, but she was still struggling to put together the pieces. Idly fidgeting with the whateveritwas that her mother had given her for her birthday (an heirloom? A magic wand? at this point, she’d believe just about anything), she was looking down at the newspaper before her, reading it for the second time as though trying to make sense of it. She had just stood up to get a refill on her coffee when suddenly everything was hot, and coffee was spilled down her jacket. A gasped swear leaving her lips, a snapped “watch it” had left her lips before her eyes moved up to meet the other’s. Taking in a breath to steady herself, she accepted the napkins. “...Thanks,” she said with a sigh, removing her jacket and dabbing at the spots on her shirt. “You don’t have to do that, though with the week I’m having, I wouldn’t say no to a biscotti.”

[manmilkovich]

[bludsukka]

(  tagging  @mundanelife​  )

he’s  paging  through  a  worn  copy  of  anne  rice’s  interview  with  a  vampire  as  he  sits  on  a  restaurant  patio,  sipping  an  arnold  palmer  through  a  bendy  straw  as  the  muffled  sounds  of  the  worst  summer  playlist  ever  crackles  through  an  ageing  sound-system.  he  likes  the  beach  boys,  don’t  get  him  wrong,  but  all  beach  boys  all  the  time  is  a  bit  much  —  even  by  his  standards.  

a  sigh  slips  past  his  lips  as  wouldn’t  it  be  nice  plays  for  the  fourth  time  in  a  row,  dog-earring  his  page  as  he  looks  up  and  sees  what  he  assumes  has  to  be  a  mirage.   for  weeks,  he’d  been  looking  everywhere  for  a  familiar  face.   for  clary,  izzy,  jace  —  hell,  he’d  even  settle  for  alec.    they  were  nowhere  to  be  seen.    until  now,  that  is,  because  clary’s  staring  at  him  like  she’s  seen  a  ghost,  too.    “  oh  thank  god. ”    the  last  word  catches  slightly,  his  entire  body  scrambling  to  vault  over  the  fencing  and  land  right  in  front  of  her.   “  clary  !   you’re  here.   i  was  seriously  starting  to  think  i  was  losing  it.    total  truman  show  paranoia. ”

[mundanelife]

“Simon.” His names left her lips in a relieved exhale, and she practically threw herself at him as he approached. Arms wound tight around his neck, she was hesitant to let go as though afraid that he, too, would slip away. “I’m so happy to see you.” Her words waver, and she finally pulls back a little so that she could see his face. “What happened to your glasses?” The question came instantly, her brow furrowed as she looked him over. “You can’t see at all without them.” Shaking her head as though to shake off the distraction, she began to speak again. “Simon, my mom is gone. Someone or something is after her, and she sent me away through this...” she stopped, shaking her head. “I think I must be hallucinating, or drugged. Simon, I’m seeing things and I have no idea where we are, and I just really need to find my mom.”

[mundanelife]

(katherine mcnamara, 18  she/her )  welcome to reprieve, CLARISSA “CLARY” FRAY who is from SHADOWHUNTERS, SEASON 1.  rumor has it they are a SHADOWHUNTER, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine PAINTBRUSHES IN CHIPPED COFFEE MUGS, CRUMPLED NOTEBOOK PAPER AND GRAPHITE,  FRESHLY BREWED BLACK COFFEE.

alright y’all. ms. clary here is unfortunately not my own creation, but you can find more about my little firecracker right HERE . the important tidbits are as follows: clary fray, or clary fairchild, was born and raised in nyc by her mother, jocelyn fray (fairchild) and by her almost-father, luke.  clary is a shadowhunter, though this was hidden from her from her mother until she was 18 years old. her mother had her memories removed by a warlock named magnus bane to keep clary safe. this was necessary due to the fact that clary’s father, valentine morgenstern, is one of the greatest threats to their world. jocelyn has hidden the mortal cup, a piece of significant value to the shadow world, from him.  on her 18th birthday, clary is gifted a stele from her mother. clary is able to see demons and to see other shadowhunters that were concealing themselves from humans. valentine’s followers find the frays, and clary is sent out a portal with her stele and a portal fragment necklace. distraught and confused, her world is turned upside down as her new world slowly unravels before her. my clary is early season 1 clary. the last thing she remembers is being saved by jace by a demon in her apartment, and she now finds herself in a strange city with her first and only rune on her neck. she has her stele, but still has no idea what it is or how to use it.

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silvcrarrcws​:

this was a f r e a k y moment, not only for her but she could feel the red head across from her was also going through some sort of ordeal. if there was one thing about allison was that she never t u r n e d her back on anyone. “of course you can.” she answers softly, deciding to try her father later but honestly? part of her was scared of the outcome, scared he may be d e a d and she would literally have no one. the brunette offered a faint smile and handed the outdated blackberry over to the other. 

“Thanks,” Clary mumbled as she accepted the phone from the other, looking it over for a brief second, confused. She could remember her mom having one of these...but it had been a long time ago. Was she time traveling now? Clary felt herself becoming more and more confused and anxious as she let her mind race, so she tried to dial her mother’s phone number only to receive a dial-tone. No mom in this universe either. She had half a mind to try Luke, and then thought better of it before passing it back to the other. “Thanks anyway. Um, at the risk of sounding like someone escaped from a mental institution...do you know what day it is? And...year? Or where we are?”

[catesfolklore]

Clary: What are you, five?

Alec: Yeah, five feet taller than you.

Clary:

Alec:

Clary: I hate you.

[mahitoluvr]

(insp.)

[emmacarstairs]

Character Aesthetic: Clary Fray

 ♥ “Heroes aren’t always the ones who win,“ she said. "They’re the ones who lose, sometimes. But they keep fighting, they keep coming back. They don’t give up. That’s what makes them heroes.” 

[laurenkelso]

did her father even have the same phone number? one of the m a n y thoughts plaguing her mind, allison sighed as she looked down at the screen that now seemed so foreign to her. how long had it been since she even looked at a phone? she was lucky it was still in her bag of belongings before she was y a n k e d into whatever existence she was currently in. but if there was one thing she knew she needed to do it was get ahold of her dad, he had to still be here. anything less and she wasn’t sure she could handle it. so buried in her own thoughts, allison hadn’t even r e a l i z e d that someone else had been speaking to her initially, but when it finally registered she spoke. “ sorry, i was in my o w n  w o r l d. what was that again?” her chocolate hues lifted and landed on the other. 

[mundanelife]

Absolutely everything felt upside-down, and Clary couldn’t help but feel as though she had whip-lash. Her mom was gone, Luke wasn’t an option, she’d been bitten by some creepy weirdo thing that looked like something she’d been drawing her and Simon’s comic book, and now she was...here? She had no idea where here was, but she was more rattled than anything else. “I, uh...” Clary swallowed, idly wiping her hands on her pants. “I was wondering if I could borrow your phone, if you don’t mind...? I seem to have lost mine, and I really need to make a call.”

[clarys-fairchild]

Favorite TSC characters » Clary Fairchild

“Heroes aren’t always the ones who win. They’re the ones who lose, sometimes. But they keep fighting, they keep coming back. They don’t give up. That’s what makes them heroes.”