bury it and rise above

mumu blog for jack skellington, gemma doyle, apollo and magnus bane

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riversbound‌:

 𝒘𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔  𝒐𝒏  𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅  .  .  .  blue  jeans,  luna  thoughtfully  watches  the  stray  seeds  fall  to  the  grass.  most  certainly,  the  birds  will  get  them  later.  and  the  thought  of  it,  it  warms  her  heart.  “i  don’t  know.  i  think  every  story  has  a  little  truth  to  it.  don’t  you  ?  but,  yes.  maybe  someday,”  agrees  luna,  rising  to  her  feet.  “you  are  quite  kind,  magnus  bane  lightwood.”  with  a  kind  smile  of  her  own,  she  accepts  his   handshake.  “luna  lovegood.”

He smiles at her. “I think you might be right. As the Shadowhunters say, all the stories are true.” He smiiles. “Would you like to have a picnic? I can rustle up some stuff with my magic.

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riversbound‌:

 𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕  𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈  .  .  .  anyone  else,  to  be  in  the  cemetery,  let  alone  someone  so  friendly.  too  exhausted,  to  question  it,  she  thinks  —  well,  she  doesn’t  think  anything.  “the  legal  drinking  age,”  rue answers,  holding  up  the  bottle  that’s  already  half  empty.  the  liquor  sloshes  against  the  sides  of  the  glass  &  to  rue  ?  it  sounds  like  m u s i c.  rue  almost  turns  to  walk  off,  but  she  pauses  as  his  words   comprehend.  “jack  skellington?  awesome  name,  dude.”

“Oh are you underage? I won’t say anything your secrets are safe with me.” He pats the ground, “Come sit. What’s your name?” He smiles. “You really like my name do you? I like my name too. Do you drink in the cemetery often?” He asks curiously.

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@slipavvay​

Gemma was walking the streets, looking at her phone, fascinated by it. She ran into someone. “Oh pardon me, I’m a little lost.” She looks up. “Felicity? What are you doing here? Holy crap I’m so happy to see you I’ve missed you desperately.”

[riversbound]

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧  open  starter  ft.  luna  lovegood  ♡ ˙ ˖ ✧

 "𝒅𝒐  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆  𝒊𝒏  .  .  .  what  they  say  about  the  rivers?”  luna  asks  the  stranger,  as  she  crouches  over  the  water  with  perfect  grace,  somehow ?  sure  she’s  interrupting  their  alone  time,  sure  her  sense  of  boundaries  have  always  been  mediocre,  at  best.  after  tossing  another  smattering  of  seeds  at  the  wading  ducks  —-  she  picked  a  bag  of  it,  up  at  one  of  the  many  little  markets  in  town;  they’re  adorable,  she  loves  it  there  !  she  tilts  her  head  to  look  at  them.  luna   continues,  curious  on  their  take  (  luna  is  awful  trusting  of  others,  for  one  who  has  only  known  them  to  be  cruel  ),  “that  they  are  i m p o s s i b l e  to  cross?”  she  doesn’t  know  where  she  heard  it,  or  perhaps  she’s  made  it  up.  there  are  many  mysteries  about  twinrivers,  this  is  how  a  legend  begins.

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Magnus had been walking about, exploring his new home. He missed Alec desperately. He even missed jace. He saw the woman and smiled. “Hey there. I've heard the story too but I’m not sure if it’s true. It has to be possible to cross them. We should try it sometime. I’m Magnus Bane Lightwood.” He holds his hand out to shake and smiles at the girl in front of him.

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Jack had taken to hanging around the cemetery. It reminded him of home. He missed Sally and Zero. Hell he would be happy to see oogie’s boys at the moment. He sighed as he sat in the cemetery pondering his life. He didn’t notice the person coming towards him until he looked up. “Oh hi there. Name’s Jack Skellington. What brings you to the cemetery?”