Oh and for the record, I am a natural blonde

Indie, semi-selctive rp blog for Jace Morgenstern and Clary Fray from City of Bones (the movie). I occasionally mix in show canon but not always. Jamie is an OC and Madzie is show canon. Everyone is open to rp with anyone! Please read rules and abouts. I am of age so NSFW will occur!

[naturalblcnde-archive]

Archiving and moving muses to a new blog. DM for details

[sagamemes]

reblog this if you are a canon divergent portrayal out of pure fucking saltiness towards the canon

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"Ok, remember not to tense your shoulders and breathe evenly," Jace advised, adjusting her arms. "If you don't hit a bulls eye on the first try that's ok, it's normal. The goal for now is to just hit the target at all." -naturalblcnde

Clary huffed, pulling back and trying to shoot an arrow at the bulls eye. Accidentally, it flew out the window and she cringed inwardly, hiding herself in Jace’s chest, her arms by her sides, forehead resting on his skin. “This isn’t drawing, I’m never going to get the hang of this.” She groaned, eyes squeezed shut.

// @naturalblcnde \

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He smiled as she paused to activate her runes. He knew she would remember at some point. 

“You’re throwing too much of your weight into it,” Jace told her, easily ducking her swing. “Let it swing naturally, don’t control it too much.” He showed her what he meant, handle held loosely in his palm as he stopped just short of slicing her arm. “Loosen your grip on the handle. Let it move, if you grip it too tight-” he kicked her knee and yanked the sword from her grasp. “You’ll lose it,” he finished. “If your grip is tight already, your grip loosens when you get hurt. But if it’s loose, it’ll tighten when you get hurt.”

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“I never said you were!”

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Clara stayed up all night searching for Clary. It would have been easier with a personal object of the other redhead’s but without that available, she traced their steps. 

Finally, the sun rose and Clara took an hour’s resting, getting something to eat and something to drink. Refreshed, she drew her hood up and finally found her double, at a coffee shop. 

She observed her through the window, heading inside to meet her eyes (they both have the same shade of green, she noted) before heading outside.

[bishopsbelova]

Friendly reminder that Celine was born to a family that abused her and Valentine and Hodge KILLED HER AND MADE HER DEATH LOOK LIKE A SUICIDE AND THEN CUT JACE OUT OF HER WOMB

Since you know, shadowhunters is trying to ignore those little facts

[cecilys]

céline herondale

I can never stop myself from thinking about Céline Herondale (née Montaclaire)

We know so little of her, and yet those pieces of information shatter my heart. 

As a child she was abused by her own family (Montclaire) which lead to her constantly running away, but with nowhere else to go, she would always come back. She almost became an iron sister just to get away from her family, but then things changed, she found somewhere, or rather someone, to run to.

Céline then joined The Circle, with the intent of finding a place to belong and people to love her, she trusted Valentine with all she had.

At age of 18, she had to marry a man who Valentine forced to leave the wife he loved to be with Céline. Stephen Herondale was not in love with Céline, we know that from letters he wrote himself, the Montclaire lost not only her name but also the chance to be truly loved. She was now a Herondale, and as such, moved to the Herondale Manor with Stephen (her husband) and his parents. 

Still there was hope, she soon was pregnant of Stephen's child, pregnant of the Jace Herondale we know and love. She was going to give birth to someone who would truly love her like she had always dreamed, she would belong with someone and that someone was her son. But that never happened.

When she was 8 months pregnant, Valentine had her husband murdered, and the same faith encountered her. The one person she trusted to change her life to the better plotted her death, and, if that wasn’t enough, the story that was told was that she committed suicide because of her husband’s death. Imagine having everyone think you took your life and, consequently, your son’s? Suicide is not at all accepted by shadowhunters, so she did not even get to be burned like the other Nephilim, instead she was buried at some crossroad in Idris.

Her child was then taken off her dead body and spent his childhood being raised by the one who plotted hers and her huband’s deaths.

Céline Herondale went through a lot, she deserved so much better and no one even bothers talking about her.

[serenavanderweasley]

Just a reminder that Celine Herondale never got to hold her son in her arms 

[rpmememaker]

It's Sexual Sunday so...

send my muse inappropriate questions

flirt with them anonymously or not

try to make them blush

kiss them at random

send me terrible pickup lines 

get my muse hot and bothered 

Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy! 

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songs for a sibling’s heart.

when the darkness comes / colbie caillat.

dusk til dawn / zayn ft sia.

friends / band of skulls.

come dancing / the kinks.

you found me / the fray.

demons / imagine dragons.

family suicide / counterfeit.

fun / troye sivan.

reckless & the brave / all time low.

for my brother,

may we reign.

[ @naturalblcnde ]

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe we were written in the stars and our love lasted for eternity.

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe i kissed you that day it rained

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe, i’m living to true to myself and i’m enjoying life without hiding

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe i live my life without fear and dread constantly clawing against my back.

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe i’m able to save you

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“Clary, what are you talking about? There’s no one there.”

~

“Who the hell was that?” Clara stormed into the Institute, pacing up and down the entryway.

“She looked just like you,” Isabelle marveled. “Like you were twins.”

“Impossible,” Clara instantly snapped. “I’m an only child.”

“Clara.” Alec placed himself in her path and rocked on his feet as she knocked into him. “Clara it could be nothing.”

“I would disagree,” Jace remarked. “After all, the mundie girl had a very similar name.”

Alec gave him a look as Clara leaned around him, pining Jace with a stare. “What was her name?”

“Clary. Her name was Clary.”

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like/reblog this for

an angsty mundane!clary starter.

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//liked!

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— twins? [ clary x clary ]

She looked just like her; short, redheaded, tiny. Though, she had tattoos. Markings, perhaps. They swirled over her body like paint on a canvas. Clary watched as the young woman turned forward, near to facing her. Her eyes watched her twin move so gracefully, like a swan. Clary was a baby deer to her grown swan.

Watching, Clary moved to the barricaded scene of the Pandemonium and her curious eyes watched as a dark haired slim girl flowed across the floor, a dark haired boy was near Clary’s exact persona, and a golden haired boy was caressing his blade in his hands.

“What the hell?..” She mumbled, now standing on the tips of her toes to get a better view, accidentally knocking in to a curvy girl, “Sorry!” She spoke quietly and moved herself back to watch.

Watch a reflection of herself.

[ @naturalblcnde ]

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Jace ran his finger tips down his blade, standing near Clara as Isabelle drew the demon in. It tried to run, only to be grabbed by Isabelle and Alec. 

“My turn,” Clara reminded Jace as she drew a knife from her thigh. He rolled his eyes but backed off, not bothering to argue.

“Be my guest,” he said sarcastically.

She slit the demon’s throat with a neat flick of her wrist, stepping back as tentacles flailed from it. Alec stepped closer to Jace and Isabelle began to coil her whip back around her wrist. 

That’s when the scream happened. 

Clara looked over her shoulder only to look at... herself?

“Clara,” Jace said, also looking at her double. “Clara she-”

A boy with curly hair came out of nowhere and grabbed Clara’s double’s arm, saying a name. 

“Clary! Clary!”

“Clara,” Jace said sharply, grabbing her arm. “Clara!” 

With that, she cast one last look at her duplicate before fleeing with the rest of her family.