-- Witch Light

Clary Fray || 19. || Not a Mundane. [Independent Clary Fray Rp Account. Will RP with Anyone.]

[downworldersdaily]

[witchxxlight]

basically when I find an RP partner with similar interests and writing style and everything works perfectly: mine. mine forever. go away other people. you can't have.

[witchxxlight]

highwarlock-bane found you.

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Magnus followed the redhead wondering what was on her mind. She was clearly thinking very hard about something. Was she starting to remember after all? Was it not just her subconscious telling her about him?

"That’s fine" The warlock said his eyes still on the young shadowhunter. It must be horrible to not know what you actually are. To feel out of place and dream about things that actually existed only knowing somewhere deep down that it was familiar. As soon as Magnus saw the rune he knew her memories would come flooding back in just a matter of time. That was a part of the spell. The one that would tell Jocelyn to bring Clary to him.

"Yes, what’s that?" He asked pointing to the rune. Even though Magnus knew exactly what it was he wondered how much Clary could bring herself to remember at this state.

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    She pulled a tea cup and a saucer down from the cabinet, Her fingers already pouring water into the kettle before sitting it on the stove. She really did hope her mother returned, but on those shopping days like she had last time, Jocelyn hadn't returned for hours. She frowned lightly. 

   No where in her mind could she recall the name Magnus, no where did she remember seeing this man other than in her dreams. Her mother never mentioned Magnus, unless she knew him by a different name. She frowned lightly, rubbing at her head before blinking. Emerald eyes glanced down at the paper on the counter top with the rune doodled into the paper. She shrugged her thin shoulders, grinning a little. 

    "I dont really know. Its just something that's always followed me. here recently its almost in every dream I have. its funny, I can remember this one, but never anything else. I dont know if I was riding a cow to the moon or winning the Nobel Prize, but i'll damn sure remember this little fella." she shrugged as the kettle whistled, the girl plucking the little pot off of the stove. 

She poured the water over the tea bag with careful precision, before handing over the little sugar container to the glittered man. his makeup was done beautifully and to her surprise, his eyes looked normal. Not cat like at all like the way he appeared in her dream. 

    "...Can I ask you something?"

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oncearat found you.

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       Simon blinked rapidly to gain some sight from his dilated pupils in the dark, hands gripping the phone tight in attempt to warm them. His fingertips and toes had been irrationally cold as of late, he blamed it on a lack of iron in his body.

     Holding his mobile between the crook of his shoulder and his cheek Simon threw off the covers and set his feet on the cool hardwood floor, sitting up fully as to bring some energy on his side of the conversation. He would be of no use to his panicking friend if he was yawning whilst trying to comfort her.

     ❝Hey, hey, shhhh. It’s okay, Clary— It’s okay. It was all a dream. You’re safe, in your bedroom, everyone is fine.❞ Simon spoke in hushed tones both for effect and for the concern of waking those still asleep. Clary had always been prone to vivid dreams, and now that they knew she wasn’t human there was a reason behind them. But Simon was used to this, perhaps not to this extent but, he still knew what to do.

     ❝What did you dream about? Talk to me about it, that always helps.❞ Simon took the phone in hand again, standing to approach the window in his room and stare out it periodically. Although not cold, he shivered at the breeze that blew through it. It was never a good sign when Clary was plagued with nightmares.

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       Clarissa was calming down just by the sound of his voice. There was nothing that terrified Clary more than silence. Emerald eyes glanced tiredly towards the window, the light from the street lamp leaking in and tossing exotic shadows upon her self-painted walls. A shiver commenced once more, making her bones rattle within her skin before she wiped the sweat from her brow lightly. The muscle within her chest started to regain its normal rhythm at the sound of Simon's comforting shushing. 

       "Yeah, yeah..." she agreed when he stated where she was, where everyone else was, and that everything was okay. Everything was fine. She had to believe that because Simon believed it. She felt an iron brick form in her stomach; she didn't really want to recall whatever she could of the dream. Her fingers itched to draw it out as she began explaining. 

    "There was a hotel... and.. squeaking, like a rusty bike.." she paused, knowing it didnt make any sense. She could see the images in her head but her mouth simply wouldn't relay the messages, so she tried again. 

          "You were there, wrapped in chains like a fallen Angel.. and.. there were voices, shouting..a bright light, I remember howling.." she sighed in irritation at her own voice, knowing it wasn't making sense. Hopefully to Simon, her other half, it would. She leaned back against the mound of pillows behind her, relaxing faintly. 

              "...It was terrifying.." she confessed into the phone, wishing he was beside her. 

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       Eyes narrowed slightly as Verity sat upright, hair falling over her shoulders as a hesitant smile tugged at the corners of her lips. The voice of the stranger was female, so it wasn’t Alec or Jace coming in the training room, but it certainly wasn’t Isabelle’s. Making a deduction, this must be the infamous Clary that Verity had been hear oh, so much about. She’d heard most of the facts of who this girl was and why she was here. Verity didn’t know what to make of Clary, but she was about to find out. 

     At least she has a sense of humor.

      Swinging her legs over the wooden beam, Verity pushed herself from where she sat. There was a brief moment of weightlessness as she fell through the air before her boots hit the ground with a solid thud. Idly, Verity twirled her Seraph blade between her fingers, her stare calculating before she responded to Clary.

     ”Genetics, I suppose,” Verity mused, her tone above a small mumble.

     ”So, you’re the mundane —-

           —- who’s not actually a mundane,”

     Verity’s bright irises shone with curiosity. The redheaded girl who stood opposite her was raised as a mundane, yet she could see Shadowhunter’s when they were not meant to be seen. Jace had taken quite the interest in this girl, which Verity did not understand at all. There wasn’t anything particularly impressive about her. Verity was not one who opened up to anyone. Hell, it took her nearly six months to trust the Lightwoods and Jace when she first came to the Institute. 

           What makes you so special?

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     It had been quite sometime that Clarissa had stepped foot inside of the training room. There wasn't a need for her to go into this particular room; Clary had no idea how to fight. She wasn't a fighter. She was a lover; hell the redhead didn't even know how to throw a correct punch. Rocking back and forth on her heels, she remembered the first time she ever stepped foot into the room. 

           She was searching for Jace (surprise, surprise) to ask him if Hodge had received any word from the Clave about the disappearance of her mother. Her fingertips felt soft against the worn surface of the door as she heaved against the weight, gritting her teeth with exertion. Finally the door gave way and she squeaked on in through the little crack she had made between the door and the frame before her mouth hung open like a fish out of water. 

           The room was decorated from trim to ceiling with several weapons, ones Clary didn't even think existed. She had paused to glance at the middle of the room in awe, spinning slowly as her eyes took in all four walls that were lined with the dangerous weapons. Jace had chuckled at her initial shock before he started to explain what each weapon was and what it did, who used it against what, and which weapons he started using first. 

   Bringing herself back to the present, she took a half step back to allow more space between her and the new Shadowhunter. She was unaware that there were other Shadowhunters besides Jace, Alec, and Isabelle. It was refreshing to meet another female who wasn't Isabelle. Dont get her wrong, Clarissa adored Isabelle and everything she did for her, but the fashion sense... A little bit out of Clary's comfort zone. 

       She frowned lightly when the girl approached, claiming Clary to be the "mundane who isn't a mundane." she hated that term. They used it enough around Simon as it was. Jace and Alec bother referring to her best friend as "that mundane" only to make Clarissa glare daggers of irritation in their general direction. 

      Emerald eyes watched as the Seraph blade (she thinks that's what its called) was being expertly twirled between long fingers. She felt a little prickle of fear in her spine; if this woman wasn't too keen of Clary, she could just off her now and no one would ever know. She wondered what happened to a Shadowhunter's body when they died. She certainly didn't want to be the first one to find out. 

     "Clarissa." she corrected her patiently. "I'm Clarissa, but you can call me Clary." 

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OutOfCoffee;

hey guys. I'll be on more predominantly tomorrow. I've had a hectic week. Thanks for understanding. 

[e53363]

[monsterousangel]

Somebody slap this kid and send it to sleep without dinner 

[viathevoid]

So the human race have been violently killing the Silence on sight since 1969.

But WHAT DO WE DO WITH THE BODIES?

[auniverseofimpossibilities]

All those time you think you tripped over thin air…

[amandayahh]

omg

[captnsulu-deactivated20161211]

FANDOMS FIND OUT THE SECRET TO LIFE…again

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Simon: omg jace you can't kill two cops

Jace: they weren't cops

Simon: then where did they get the car

Jace: they weren't cops simon

Simon: but

Jace: omg Simon they weren't fuckin cops

Simon: ...

Jace: ...

Simon: ...

Jace: ...

Simon: they had a cop car tho

Jace: SIMON

Jace: IM TRYING TO LOOK COOL IN FRONT OF MY LOVE INTEREST WILL YOU PLEASE ACCEPT THEY WERE NOT COPS

[dukevenomania]

I would like to do a head count. Please reblog if you are an active RPer on tumblr.

[witchxxlight]

I enjoyed these books a lot. When I say a lot, I mean I sobbed over these novels. I REALLY hope the movie does alright. I'm a little disappointed in the trailer; it's not how I imagined any of the characters at all. I expected Rose to be someone stronger in body build since she is a dhampire and they're a bit fuller than Moroi folk. I kept imagining her as Jemima West, in all honesty. Kudos for her doing a smashing job as Isabelle. 

The actress they have playing Lissa disappoints me. I didnt see her having that accent at all. I didnt even really see the Moroi having fangs. Just slightly sharper canines then normal. The movie name even, Sisters of Blood? Why can't it just be Vampire Academy? 

So far, the trailer didn't impress me.. I really hope they prove me wrong though. Who knows, perhaps it'll be a good adaptation.. 

[ummeg-deactivated20140527]

TMI: City of Bones Stills in Greyscale [requested by anonymous]

[lilysjane]

Shadowhunter by fate.

Chosen by destiny.

[witchxxlight]

DEAL WITH IT

Divergent is not the new Hunger Games.

The Mortal Instruments City of Bones is not the new Harry Potter.

Vampire Academy is not the new Twilight.

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OutOfCoffee;

I owe a starter to herondalexjace and shall write that up first thing in the morning. Other replies shall follow the starter. Night! 

[harleyquinned-deactivated201311]

{૪ +2} —- The walls of the New York Institute gave Verity a sort of refuge. It was the only place that she could call home, a place to call her own. Her terrible relationship with her mother and the tragic fall of her father caused Verity to flea her home in Idris, venturing out into the Mundane world without a clue of how to survive on her own. Independence was one of Verity’s best qualities, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t felt lonely since leaving the home she once knew. Verity left the childhood toys, the memories, and the woman who cared for her since birth behind without so much as a glance over her shoulder to say goodbye.

Upon arriving at the Institute, Verity had kept to herself, preferring the silence than to idle chatter and nonsense. Most of the time, she could be found in the library, her room, or in this case the training room. Fighting helped Verity relieve the stress from the past days. The young huntress tended to bottle up all her emotion until she finally snapped, meaning the Downworlder she’d be hunting died a very unpleasant and brutal death.

It was when Verity heard the door open her head turned from where she was perched above the ground, laying on a wooden beam near the ceiling. She was practicing her balance and agility, but decided to take a short break and relax for a few moments. 

                             ”How’s the weather down there?”

                                         Does everything you say after the be a sarcastic comment, Ver?

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     Still no word. Clarissa Fray wasn't a patient person when it came to matters such as her Mother missing and her "Uncle-not Uncle" Luke practically disowning her over a damn phone call. Her mind was in shambles, the nightmares getting worse and not to mention her arm and the back of her neck sore as all get out. Ever since that night that the dreaded creature wandered into her home and ransacked the place, Clary had been a wreck. 

             She had been listening to Eric's god awful poetry before a relentless wave of phone calls from her Mother barraged her phone. After answering it on the pleading behalf of Jace, she heard the sickening demise of her Mother. There were thuds, crashes, screams, swears. Clary had ran home as fast as her legs could take her and was met with a trashed apartment and a creature attacking her as if she were meat. 

   Recalling the memory it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, her stomach knotting up. Getting a lead on her Mother was like pulling teeth from a toddler. No one knew anything and it was, quite frankly, pissing Clarissa off. The redhead ran a hand through her hair, happy to have some sort of property that belonged to her. She remembered tucking the little green bag beneath the bed that contained a few pairs of clothes and her sketch pad. 

         Wandering down the halls of the Institute, the building still managed to amaze Clary. It was huge, Gothic in architect and the amount of glamour used to hide it from humans must have been existential. Her sneakered feet carried her past the library, a swelling urge to enter cresting like a wave within her chest before she passed it, fingers twisting a piece of red hair around her finger. She needed to find Jace and speak to him about this upcoming nonsense about meeting these Silent Brothers or whatever they named themselves.

     Paint-flecked stained fingers pushed against the door before it gave a groan, a pale face dotted with freckles peering out from beside of it to glance at the room. Weapons of every imagination lined the walls and Clary felt immediately out of place. She was a lover, not a fighter. Not the fierce Shadowhunter like her mother, Jocelyn. Clarissa still couldn't see her Mother as a demon hunter, but then again she was starting to realize her mother wasn't the woman she thought she was.

       Hearing a voice, Clary jumped, a hand rising to her clavical before pressing down in a shocked manner. She hadn't heard that voice before. It was beautiful, no doubt. However it didnt belong to Alec, it wasn't Isabelle's, and Jace would have taunted her much more and added, "little girl" to the end.

           "Bit chilly; heat rises so I guess us short folk get the shit-end of the deal." 

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highwarlock-bane found you.

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He could just cast the spell now. But he wasn’t sure Jocelyn would like it if he did it without her around. It could definately freak Clary out so maybe the best thing really was to wait. He could tell that the girl was studying him and it wasn’t that strange. Even if it wasn’t the first time she had seen him it was like the first time since she wasn’t suppose to remember him.

"that is only an excuse to drink more coffee than normal people" Magnus said and chuckled quietly. "Why not, only god knows how long I will be forced to wait for your mother’s return" The warlock was getting nervous that Clary would start to remember again before her mother made it home. He had no idea how he would be able to explain it all if her memories had a chance to return.

Magnus followed the young girl to the kitchen trying to think of a good conversation topic. “Your drawings doesn’t happen to be for sale are they?” He asked keeping his eyes on Clary. She really did look like a younger version of her mother. The red hair, the way she walked and talked, the eyes. The older Clary got the more she looked like Jocelyn.

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Sliding off of the end of her bed, Clary sat the coffee cup on the near by table, fingertips barely caressing the curved lip of the cup. Her hair bounced against the nape of her neck, curly red locks slowly falling out of the lazy bun she had gathered them up in earlier in the painting session. Wild green eyes flicked back up to Magnus' face before she walked past him and towards the stairs that led downstairs, opening to the living room and kitchen area. 

     "Early gray alright for you?" she called, her voice startling herself in the quiet house. It was funny, he claimed to be a friend of her Mother's, but never has she ever heard Jocelyn mention Magnus' name. She frowned ever so slightly as she tried to wrack through her brain, peel through her memories but it was like as soon as she got a lead, it would slip through her fingers like smoke. 

           Thinking nothing of it, she began to doodle a peculiar little symbol that seemed to occupy her mind's eye for a moment or two, the dame rune that she saw in her dreams and practically everywhere she went. Her lips twitched into a smile when she looked up and beheld the Warlock's figure. 

     "Sugar?"