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magnusbanewastaken · 2 years
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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 【ㅤ C A T S 】
Majestic creatures, cats truly were. In some parts of the world they were observed as divine creations and were treasured and groomed, sitting in the lap of luxury. He was no different.
Often draped in the finest silks and precious jewelries around his fingers, his hands, his arms, or his neck, Magnus enjoyed looking the part of royalty, drenched in opulence and the adulation of those he'd unsurprisingly catch the attention of. He had cat-like eyes, to captivate and entrance, catching anyone who meets his gaze with his charms and magical touch. And he moved ever so graceful and dignified, in his movements, and in the way he went about his life, like a cat effortlessly manoeuvring down a narrow ledge of a building as if he'd never fall.
Magnus was fierce as a cat in that way; big or small, cats do not easily succumb to fear in the face of danger or horrors the world throws at them. But when he does fall, he always lands on his feet—readily and steadily, he slinks back through the path worth nine lifetimes and beyond.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 【ㅤ G L I T T E R 】
Magnus was attracted to all the beauty and finery the world had to offer; fashionable and finely-woven clothes, coruscating gemstones, and shiny, precious silvers and golds. A sign of shallowness and superficiality to others, perhaps, but for all the centuries he had lived, there never seems to be a place for dullness and that kind of negativity in his life.
Naturally, the moment Magnus set his eyes upon the jar of sparkling substance on his dear old friend's desk, he was quick to be taken in by their simple yet fascinating appeal. As soon as he poured some of the glittering contents of the jar in his hand and saw the sight of its glimmering vibrancy against his brown skin, he had fallen in love with another potential show of superficiality. At that moment he could even imagine his entire body be stippled with a handful or two of those glittering grains and thought he would look beautiful.
He did not know then that it would become quite the integral part of his life in the years to come though he was sure his life was made the better for it. It was a tool meant for spectral creatures unseen by the naked eye be seen upon their touch, but for him it became a tool meant to physically reflect his already glittering personality.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 【ㅤ A C O R N S 】
In the language of flowers, acorns are said to bring good luck. Acorns are also associated to wisdom, potentiality, and immortality. For once such as Magnus, who had lived through centuries and every so often faced with the rollercoaster ups and downs of life, luck certainly seemed to be on his side as he continued to live life the way he does.
It was easy for people to become disillusioned by the prospects of a good and fulfilling life, and certainly there have been times when Magnus himself would fall to those bouts of uncertainty and pessimism as well—a problem those burdened with immortality usually faced, often leading to petrification. But living his days, always open to learning and not resisting change though they often make a turn for the unfamiliar is what gives him the motivation to look forward to all the tomorrows he would inevitably go through perpetually.
The many lifetimes he has lived certainly improved his mind with all the knowledge he could learn from them but knowing a lot did not mean knowing it all. What he already knows, he doesn't allow to interfere with him seeing the potential for uncertainties and all the other avenues and pathways off the beaten path he could continue tread on.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 【ㅤ H A N D S 】
In one's hands people can see, histories that the eyes and mind might have already forgotten. Wizened and weathered with age, sometimes rough and scarred from all the difficulties they've been through, sometimes soft and delicate, retired from all the troubles that no longer needed facing. But this was not so for the warlocks who never age and so whose hands never told the truth of their histories at first glance or first touch.
They were tools just as important to warlocks like any other man. They were not necessarily needed to cast their spells but it helped them greatly having a pair to concentrate their powers through them as natural foci. The hands, after all, were said to become playthings for the demons if left idle so warlocks make sure to always put them to work, leaving their infernal parents no room to take control.
The pair he owned were big and slender, his fingers manicured and painted, and always ornate and adorned in fineries. The size of them might seem intimidating at first but once he cast his spells and the familiar glittering blue essence of his magic would emanate from the tips of his fingers to the palm of his hands, the inviting and seemingly harmless movements of his hands and the magic he gives off could put anyone at ease—that is if he wasn't casting any offensive spell that could maim and hurt.
But setting aside his magic, his hands could be as kind as he truly was deep inside. His hands have been through centuries and centuries worth of difficulties, of comfort, and of hurt. But no matter how rough the patches he'd go through were, he was always ready to reach out and offer a helping hand to those in need and even those who weren't deserving of his concern. His hands were loving, gentle, and good just as he was, and could even be more to those fortunate enough to get to hold on to them, fingers intertwined, feeling the warmth of his adoration and affection.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 【ㅤ F O R G E T – M E – N O T S 】
If there was one thing that never fails to leave deep cuts and permanent scars for those who were immortal, it was, ironically, death. Though they were deprived of meeting Death should they not seek it themselves, that didn't mean they weren't constantly reminded of it, especially those who enjoy the companionships found in mortal beings.
Some understandably eventually give up on interacting with mortals altogether, no longer able to bear the pain and grief of losing them over and over when Death inevitably comes to claim them. But there were those like Magnus who has managed to entangle himself with the lives of many mortals. Some were great, some ordinary, though they all were to him, in their own ways, extraordinary.
It never really gets any easier with time, that kind of comfort and getting-used-to didn't apply when it comes to individuals who are never the same as the ones who came before them. Different people brought about different kinds of grief but the hurt remains constant even though some hurts may hurt more or less than the other.
The only thing Magnus could do for them once they were gone was to remember. It was an unspoken duty that those with immortal lives often take upon themselves to do. Death doesn't have to mean the end of everything especially for those who Magnus loved truly. Like the symbolism of forget-me-nots, years could pass and many other loves could stir his slow-beating heart, but his love and devotion for them will always be with him. No one deserves to be forgotten and forget them, he will not.
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tys-kitty · 5 months
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„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.“
I may present to you Clarissa Fairchild
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wp-blaze · 12 hours
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Hosting a Graduation Party on a Tight Budget
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Do you have a child graduating this year? Do you want to host a graduation party to celebrate but your budget is tight? Hosting a graduation party on a tight budget can still be memorable and fun! Consider the following tips for inspiration. Remember have fun! This is a celebration not a chore. With some … Continue reading “Hosting a Graduation Party on a Tight Budget”
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lueurichor · 2 months
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OUR KING IS HERE!!! 🌟💙
I've been working on this one for some time now, so I'm really happy to get it out of my drafts! 😅
Everytime I opened Canva this post was practically staring at me & begging to be posted. It was actually surprisingly difficult to find good pictures for this? I don't really know why, but I struggled so hard 😂 Anyways, I'm quite happy with it now, that's all that counts!
I would like to dedicate this to @emmalovesfitzloved, who celebrated her 26th birthday recently! You've been the best supporter, entertainer & friend during the last few months and I appreciate you very much, so I hope you enjoy this belated birthday gift! Please never stop sending me headcanons & rants, they always make my day!
And with that, have a nice day everyone! 🪻💛
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daily-clace · 9 days
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“Keep up,” said an irritable voice in her ear. It was Jace, who had dropped back to walk beside her. “I don’t want to have to keep looking behind me to make sure nothing’s happened to you.”
“So don’t bother.”
“Last time I left you alone, a demon attacked you,” he pointed out.
“Well, I’d certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.”
City of Bones, Cassandra Clare
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carelessflower · 7 days
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the type of beauty you wait 400 years to build a family with
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wonk1s · 1 year
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˚ ୨୧ 𓂃 🗝️ ˚
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ecoamerica · 2 months
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Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared
The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!
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rrrustandstardusttt · 10 months
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Alec Lightwood // The Mortal Instruments
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ihavefaithinthings · 7 months
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Alec Lightwood moodboard 😖
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bookishjules · 7 months
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for Simon L <3
Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.
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izzylightwood · 1 year
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magnus bane moodboard "Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination."
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okayclaryfray · 11 months
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Jace Herondale moodboard
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Isabelle Lightwood♡Simon Lewis
"There are things we want, down under what we know, under even what we feel. There are things our souls want, and mine wants you.”
He felt her exhale. “Say it,” she said. “Say it sober.”
“I love you,” he said. “I don’t want you to say it back unless you mean it, but I love you.”
She leaned back over him, and pressed the pads of her fingertips against his. “I mean it.”
- Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire, The Mortal Instruments
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escapizm · 3 months
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⚡️ ⚡️ ⚡️
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lueurichor · 3 months
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my hot take that might get me thrown out of the tsc fandom is that i enjoy the Mortal Instruments movie 😭
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daily-clace · 8 days
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“But she’s so beautiful.”
“So are you,” said Jace, “and very different from how she is, and she can’t help but notice that. She’s always wanted to be small and delicate, you know. She hates being taller than most boys.”
Clary said nothing to this, because she had nothing to say. Beautiful. He’d called her beautiful. Nobody had ever called her that before, except her mother, which didn’t count. Mothers were required to think you were beautiful. She stared at him.
City of Bones, Cassandra Clare
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carelessflower · 4 days
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type of man you fall on your knees for
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