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“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
Canon book Multi-muse, housing characters from The Shadowhunter extended universe, The house of night series, Harry Potter, Twilight & more. Loved by : Tiny.
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Starter Call!
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“Calm yourself, father-- I’m just here to say my prayers and light a candle, I assume I’m still allowed to do that regardless of if I confess a made up sin to you” Lila frowned at how she was greeted, she rarely missed church and in the event that she did, it was usually only morning mass, which she came in to pray about later. However she had been there Sunday and she was only here now to light a candle for a lost loved one.
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“Unless you are here for confession about how you didn’t come to church on Sunday, I don’t think there is any reason for you to be here.” Claude was irritated, his father had yelled at his younger sister again, who was not hiding out in the bell tower, which meant he was left to deal with his father’s irritated mood - which wasn’t the bit that annoyed him. What annoyed him was the fact Claudine had been reduced to tears. “What is it you’re wanting?”
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He smirked over at her shaking his head. “Don’t need fresher, it’s one of my mother’s potions. It requires the oldest ingredients I can obtain quickly.” The scientist was testing out his mothers potions, to see if they actually worked of if her stories back on the isle were just that - stories. He was curious and had a larger world of science at his fingertips now. Besides, if the potion did work, he had a couple of irritating princess that would look better as cats than princes.
“Huh, interesting-- mind if I watch?” Alona enjoyed watching the process in how different potions were made, she had a curiosity that might put Alice’s kids to shame. But she did have her own work to do, so she went about setting up one of the free areas for her salve making, still her ocean eyes always trailed back up to the other in the room, wondering what he could possibly be working on. “You know-- I think they keep some properly aged things in the main room, or usually-- it’s the only place I can ever find dried violets.”
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“There’s my dad’s Pepper-Up tea, but you might not be able to sleep for days after drinking it. It will wake you up and make you more alert, but he made it for Alissa during her exam period so she could study for longer.” His stepdad was always tinkering with teas, never quite finished them, which was why their Cafe was a cafe and not a tea shop. “Us who grew up in Wonderland had a much stronger tolerance for alcohol, probably because nearly everything you eat there has a strong reaction. Good on you for trying to keep up with Rosalie though, she can even drink me under the table. Strawberry shortcake coming right up. Alissa made a batch this morning.”
“That sounds great, thank you-- honestly I could use the energy, I’m working on a new burn salve that will help regenerate the skin on top so the healing time isn’t as painful and sleep keeps interfering” she liked the tea shop and all of Alice’s kids, they had such a wonderful energy about them, though she did stick her tongue out as Rose walked in looking like they hadn’t been up till three drinking. “I’m not much of a drinker anyways, though I did enjoy that spiked tea I had the last time I was here. I would like to hear more about wonderland if you ever have the time, it sounds so interesting.”
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I really need someone to talk me out of remaking my Clary Fairchild blog, but I miss my lil shit, she was mostly book based (this was before the show was announced) and I used Holland Roden as her FC. . . I miss her.
#not the end of the world ( ooc )#I do not need another blog#I say as I also think about bringing back my Rosalie Hale blog
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Anyone wanna plot or play in Alona’s Shadowhunters verse?

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Starter Call!
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Clark wiped the water of his face and looked around wondering where it came from but there was nothing nearby and he looked at the girl. “Wait…was that you?”
Was she a meteor infected as well or one of those metahumans he had been hearing about that his friend Chloe swore up and down were real. Looking up to the building he had took off from he shrugged it off.
“I’ve fallen from higher, it does nothing, I’m fine…I could get hit by a truck or walk through fire and be totally okay. Wait I shouldn’t be telling you that”

“You can tell me whatever you want so long as it keeps you from freaking out on me again” she could see his point though, he might not be as use to being around people with powers like she was. “I’m Alona by the way and yes that was me, it’s my gift-- controlling water” she pulled out her water bottle and unscrewed the lid, waving her fingers over it until the water gathered around her hand, following as she moved it back and forth.
“So what are you, some kind of super boy?” The blonde asked, putting the water back and her bottle away before she looked at him once more. She was so relaxed about this, too desensitized to the whole thing she supposed.
Crash And Burn
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“Sounds like a fair price so yeah, that’s good” As he followed her he couldn’t help but laugh.”I don’t have any hair on my chest or anywhere, just skin. So that saves you trouble…that probably won’t come until I’m older”
But he removed his shirt revealing the athletic build he had not mention a scar here and there, reminders of his days in Japan training and fighting this gang that wrecked havoc across Tokyo. He sat down.
“It means honor, and I was taught by my mentor that honor is the one thing any self respecting samurai has…I wouldn’t call myself a samurai but I trained in their art as well as the art of the samurai sword. So thought it be fitting to get a tattoo meaning honor”

“Everyone has hair there, it might be light or fine, but I promise it is there” she replied with a small laugh, putting on her gloves then carefully lathering and shaving the desired area before cleaning him off and laying the stencil down. “The placement good?” Alona asked, holding up a mirror so he could see. Once it was verified she poured up her ink and opened a fresh needle, loading it into the gun and testing out her petal.
“Really? How long were you in Japan?” He didn’t seem like a world traveler, but she supposed looks could be deceiving, after all she didn’t look like a tattoo artist.
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Clark jumped to his feet at the mention of being okay. Clearly his quick dash to his feet would show that nothing physically was wrong with him, he’d fallen from greater heights and walked away without a scratch, hell he hit a windmill head on and he was fine except he father was furious with him for damaging something that had been around longer than him.
“Other than my…”
Clark froze.
“Wait…you saw that!? Oh man, that’s not good, you have to forget you saw that and y-you can’t tell anyone you saw it. My parents are going to flip if they find out I was using my powers out in…”
It just got worse and Clark actually began to panic.

Alona watched as he built himself up into a panic and with a wave of her hand she pulled the water from the air around them and splashed him in the face with it. “Breath, the last thing we need is a super powered teen having a panic attack in the middle of the street” she waited to see if he would calm down on his own or if she would have to splash him again.
He wasn’t the first person with powers she had met, besides her brother she knew of a woman with incredible strength and a boy with speed that could only be imagined. But they were much like this boy and she just happened upon them at the right time. “I’m not going to tell anyone, so just breath and maybe sit down, you did just fall three stories.”
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Alona was a metahuman, she was born with the gift to control water, much to her father’s hatred of her kind, he kicked her and her brother out when she was only fifteen, three years later they had a little house together and she had a dream to one day take over her brother’s tattoo parlor. But for now she was still in school and on her way home from cheer leading practice when she felt the whole earth shake and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw the cause of it.
Maybe five feet ahead of her was a boy, maybe younger then her, laying on his back as if he had just decided to rest there. “You know-- if flying is what you’re trying to do, I would advise trying it where you can’t harm a pedestrian, or the sidewalk” the blonde sighed as she leaned over him, he didn’t look hurt-- but she never was good at judging things like this.
“Are you okay?”
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Clark after seeing Jake demonstrate that flight was in their arsenal of abilities under the effects of the yellow sun he had to try it. Though after being warned by his parents and Jake that even if he mastered it, humans were not accustomed to see people fly without the assistance of an airplane or other air inhabiting vehicle. So there was Clark standing on the edge of a three story building, it was close to midnight so the streets of Smallville were near empty save for a blond that Clark couldn’t see from where he was. Here goes he knelt down gaining power and then shot into the air and for a few glorious seconds he had it. Then he started to plummet.
“Oh shit!” he fell and hit the ground hard shaking the entire street and cracking the pavement and after the dust cleared he was on his back looking up at the starry night sky.
“Ugh…I’m never going to get this flying thing”
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“Hmm…well not big where it likes takes the entire left side of my chest maybe something like this”
He pulled out his phone and pulled out a picture and showed it to her.
“Like that”

“Sounds good, that will be the shop minimum of 45, sound good?” Alona looked over the photo before she picked up her pen and drew out the design he wanted, plucking it up and leading him to her work room. “Shirt off and on the chair, please-- I’m gonna have to shave you” chipper as always, she started getting her supplies ready to go, laying them out on her table. “So any reason behind the kanji choice?” The blonde liked hearing people’s reasons for getting their tattoos, it interested her.
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“Repeatedly stabbing? That was a joke right?” Kyle was sure that was joke after all this wasn’t his first tattoo so maybe it was just tattoo artist humor, he didn’t know.
“Never mind about that, just threw me off guard is all. Well um, this is my second tattoo I was thinking something small not exactly big but I was thinking this”
Pulling out a piece of paper he unfolded it to reveal a single Japanese symbol which still for honor. “I wanted to get his on the left side of my chest”

Alona took the paper and looked it over, moving to her tracing table “alright, how big are you wanting it and do you want it colored in, or just the outline?” Clean outlines were very popular right now, so she was never sure. She herself liked color, though the half sleeve of bright flowers she was rocking probably said that.
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Kyle didn’t even get a chance to look the place over before being asked for his ID. Wow this place wasn’t taking chances, he remembered he used a fake ID to get the guitar tattoo he had. Now he was proud to show off he very legit ID now that he was twenty one. “Um…yeah, sure” Kyle reached into his back pocket and pulled out his ID and showed to her”

“Nice to meet you, my name is Alona and I will be the person repeatedly stabbing you today” the blonde smiled after looking over his ID, standing up and sitting her book on the coffee table. “So what are you looking to get?” she asked, tilting her head back so she could look up at him.
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Send 🛑 to stop my muse from doing something dangerous.
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