#createshope

[bastxrdsisgone]

@createshope​ braved the city to leave a message: “Are you a bat? Because I sure am hung up on you.” (Kate.)

"That was bad, Clary," came the words in between bits of laughter. She knew just how bad that sounded, but looking over at Clary she can't help but smile. Especially since those horrible words brought a smile to her face. Everything seemed to be going wrong as of late, and she was starting to doubt her ability to do good in the city. Her father — he knew, of course, but he didn't like it. And he wasn't going to tell the Crows to avoid her, either. If she was going to do this she would need to watch her own back. Kate wasn't too keen on it, but it was better than the alternative. And she had Clary in her life. That alone tended to make things a little easier to deal with. Even more so with moments like this that made her laugh. She wouldn't admit it, but she needed it. "I'm not Bruce and I don't have a cave."

[stcrlght]

☆ :    CLARY  FAIRCHILD  ,    @createshope​​   :     “  you’re  such  an  idiot . "                                                         ↳   INJURY   MEME  . 

she’s   embarrassed   more   than   anything     (  who   else   would   manage   to   get   so   injured   while   attempting   to   sort   out   a   classroom  ?  )    still  ,    she’s   SMILING   through   it   all  ,   her   cheeks   slightly   flushed   as   she   meets   her   gaze  ,    a   gentle   laugh   given   as   she   nods  .    “  i   know  .   i   mean   it’s   so   ridiculous  ,   really  ,   isn’t   it  ?   who’d   have   thought   that   books   could   be   so   brutal  ?  ”     she   laughs   again  ,   the   memory   of   the   way   they   all   TUMBLED   down   upon   her   already   becoming   a   silly   story   within   her   mind    ----   something   she’s   sure   will   break   the   ice   with   the   others   at   least  .    she   just   hopes   that   the   bruises   will   clear   up   before   her   first   class   on   monday .      “  thank   you   for   helping   me  ,   though  .    i   had   planned   on   our   first   meeting   being   a  lot   more   civilised  ,   but   it   was   always   bound   to   end   up   with   something   STUPID   like   this  .   ”

[wcrstarter]

@createshope​

Every so often, pods from across the globe would gather and share stories with each other or trade supplies for items that were needed. It was one of the few times Sonja and her twin sister Selene, would see newcomers swim through that weren’t from the nearby reaches and pods of the Mediterranean seas. Such visitors would stick out like a sore fin to them, sharp sea-green eyes missed nothing, not even in the dark due to their siren heritage.

It was at one of these gatherings, that her attention drifted from another blacksmith merman her Lucian was speaking with and arguing trades over, to a lone mer. She brushed her hand across her mate’s back, murmuring a promise she would be back as she swam away.

Three other mers had a far smaller mermaid surrounded, a young thing by the looks of it. Her bright tail and red hair stood out clearly in the darker waters, and amongst the northern mers who atypically came in the darker shades for their scales. As she came closer, it became evident that the others were picking on the smaller mer, making her fins flare out in anger. Sonja and her sister were already larger than most other merfolk, the raised scales and fins made her look an even larger threat than she normally was.

“I would suggest strongly, that you leave the girl alone and swim away. Before I make fish food of you all.” Sonja snarled after she had forced her way through and put herself between the girl and the others, flashing her sharper teeth at the others to make it clear her intent for violence. She didn’t have to look to know her twin was close by, not with the speed the others hastily departed. Sonja cast a glance to the side, giving a nod to her sister to thank her before she turned to face the small guppy they’d rescued.

“What is your name child? Why are you so far north on your own? Did you loose your pod?” She tried to speak as gently as possible, not wanting the girl to be afraid of her. If she’d been separated from her pod so young, she had to be terrified enough already from being cornered like that.

[aetcrnus]

@createshope​​ ; incoming transmission ⸻ [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee.

                    →  texts prompts // accepting

→ [ 📱 — clary ] did i tell you lately that you are my favorite?

→ [ 📱 — clary ] wait → [ 📱 — clary ] you were serious, right? → [ 📱 — clary ] because it’d be cruel to tease me with a cup of coffee and then leaving me high and dry

[jigscw]

❝ you look like him, ❞  he muses, head tilting to the side as he studies the girl. she’s...jocelyn, through and through. from the flaming red hair to the softness she carries in her gaze. but there’s a defiance in her that’s entirely her father’s. he fell out with valentine ages ago ( the purists of the circle were never entirely his speed, nor was he adept at taking orders. )  but once upon a time he knew the man well. billy’s fingers trail over a cup of loose paintbrushes, picking one up at random and admiring it.  ❝ have you begun studying at the institute yet? ❞          /          @createshope​ ! 

[wcrstarter]

@createshope​

Sonja opened the cabinet in her quarters and pressed on the lever that opened a secret compartment, retrieving where she’d hidden away Clary’s birthday gift where none would be able to find it. She turned the beautifully wrapped up gift over in her hands( holding inside it a brand new sketchbook for her adopted daughter alongside some new sketch pencils and charcoals for her), and thought on how Clary had come to be in her care, become her daughter in all but blood.

She’d been portalled in with Tessa to join Magnus for drinks and watching the newest season of the Bachelor, the other two had ordered thai to enjoy with their liquor while Sonja herself had a glass of wine mixed with blood. Magnus had answered the door, found Jocelyn Fairchild with a infant in her arms and begging for them to take their daughter and hide her away from the world and the Clave, ensure Valentine never found her.

Sonja had been the one who’d agreed to take in the child, as no one in the Clave would think to look for Valentine and Jocelyn’s daughter in the Hungarian Vampire clan, none would think that Sonja would raise a shadowhunter child. Nor with her personal history.

Sixteen years past, she’d agreed to take in Clary and tell her on her sixteenth birthday just whom her birth parents were. Magnus had occasionally come and gone throughout that time, acting an Uncle for the girl. Sonja’s entire clan were family to her themselves, each vampire would protect their little princess to the last. The Clave, and other shadowhunters as a whole, remained entirely unaware of just who Sonja’s surrogate child was. Sonja would die before she’d let that change and Clary be dragged into their madness.

Sonja forced herself to breathe, taking the gift with her and heading towards Clary’s bedroom door to knock upon it. Later, she would tell her later, when they had gone to Magnus’s and enjoyed the party he had planned for her at his club. Let her have one more night of not knowing, let her dance and have fun among the downworlders so she would know when they told her that she was her own, no matter who her birth parents were.

“Clary, Édesem, are you awake yet?” She called, wrapping her knuckles lightly against the door once more in case she hadn’t been heard yet, “Come on my dearest, its time to get up and celebrate.”