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The newest installment in Cassandra Jean’s Virtues and Vices series!

The beautiful and talented Cassandra Jean and I were discussing the seven deadly sins (lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and pride) and the seven virtues (chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness, humility) and it sparked a new project: which TMI/TID/TDA/TLH characters embody which virtues and vices? And who to embody Wisdom better than Magnus Bane?

Previous installment: Sebastian being envious.

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No, fuck you. I was good enough. But you made me believe I wasn’t.

(via poetic)

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When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else? Oh, won't you tell me? Please just tell me...

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don’t mind magnus, he’s in a mild state of SHOCK at the moment. he hadn’t thought anything of it, at first– some guy trying to sell him a watch. ( it was a pretty nice watch, he had to admit, but he never wore them. ) out of nowhere, the other had arrived and then they were pulling him around the side of the building and he recognized that knife. it was an odd design; a curved blade the length of his forearm made of a silvery, luminescent metal. he hadn’t seen another blade like it. 

he itched to grab his own daggers and start throwing, but their blade stopped him. something about it seemed to sap at his strength. he’d involuntarily FLINCHED when they brought it to his neck and then– it wasn’t there anymore. A blond head went through the men like they were nothing, taking out one and scaring the shit out of another before pinning the last against a wall before Magnus could even register what was happening.           Good ol’ Jason Grace to the rescue. again.

“ i—– “ he’s toungue-tied, something RARE for him. ( the attack really had shaken him up. ) Magnus glances down to see one of the silver blades lying in the dirt. he kneels and reaches for it, only to find that it’s painful to touch. it feels like his skin is blistering, burning, and he drops it, gritting his teeth against the feeling.

               “ i don’t know, ” he lies.

                   `they seem t’know YOU.`

                   the one currently under his hand lets out a strangled sounding noise,                    and jason notes, under his own anger, that turning blue is not a good                    sign. he releases the nameless goon, and only feels mildly bad for the                    fact he passes out shortly after, breathing heavily, and his neck ringed                    with red. yikes. he’d reacted a bit harsher than he meant to.

                   when jason turns to face magnus, he’s in for a shock, too.

                   he’s never SEEN the other look so out of it–even that night with the                    horrid drunkenness didn’t match up to this. it was maybe the first time                    he’d seen a boy who was always so on edge, on his guard, look so–

                   well. petrified. but then he kneels over to pick the blade up, and drops                    it instantaneously, like it’s electrocuted him. jason’s brows jump to a                    curious look, nervous and agitated, before he says, gently:

                   `take a minute to calm down, because we need to get out of here. and                    we may need to bring this man with us. there’s no good in letting him                    go or leaving him here. understand? we’ll get to the bottom of this. now,                    is–is there something on that blade? a poison, or–?` you dropped it                    pretty fast.

he doesn’t acknowledge Jason’s observation, still staring at his skin where the blade touched. It looks like it’s been burned, exactly the same way that it FEELS, but it isn’t healing as it normally would. It should have been gone by now, nothing left to show it was there, but it wasn’t. Magnus is oh so tempted to spark his hand and ( hopefully ) speed the healing, but Jason --- well, the son of Jupiter hasn’t exactly seen him do it before, and he doesn’t feel like EXPLAINING.

    deep breath in and breathe out, deep breath in and breathe out.

“ alright, “ he sighs, hoping his voice doesn’t sound as shaky as it is in his own head. He composes himself for a moment, carefully reconstructing his regular face, trying to hide his mixture of fear and panic. Magnus stands-- careful to avoid contact with the blade-- and looks over to the men lying unconscious on the ground.       “ what should we do with them? how are we going to get them       back to camp? we don’t exactly have anything with us, and, no       offense, but I really doubt you could fly us all at once. “

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don’t mind magnus, he’s in a mild state of SHOCK at the moment. he hadn’t thought anything of it, at first– some guy trying to sell him a watch. ( it was a pretty nice watch, he had to admit, but he never wore them. ) out of nowhere, the other had arrived and then they were pulling him around the side of the building and he recognized that knife. it was an odd design; a curved blade the length of his forearm made of a silvery, luminescent metal. he hadn’t seen another blade like it. 

he itched to grab his own daggers and start throwing, but their blade stopped him. something about it seemed to sap at his strength. he’d involuntarily FLINCHED when they brought it to his neck and then– it wasn’t there anymore. A blond head went through the men like they were nothing, taking out one and scaring the shit out of another before pinning the last against a wall before Magnus could even register what was happening.           Good ol’ Jason Grace to the rescue. again.

“ i—– “ he’s toungue-tied, something RARE for him. ( the attack really had shaken him up. ) Magnus glances down to see one of the silver blades lying in the dirt. he kneels and reaches for it, only to find that it’s painful to touch. it feels like his skin is blistering, burning, and he drops it, gritting his teeth against the feeling.

               “ i don’t know, ” he lies.

                   `they seem t’know YOU.`

                   the one currently under his hand lets out a strangled sounding noise,                    and jason notes, under his own anger, that turning blue is not a good                    sign. he releases the nameless goon, and only feels mildly bad for the                    fact he passes out shortly after, breathing heavily, and his neck ringed                    with red. yikes. he’d reacted a bit harsher than he meant to.

                   when jason turns to face magnus, he’s in for a shock, too.

                   he’s never SEEN the other look so out of it–even that night with the                    horrid drunkenness didn’t match up to this. it was maybe the first time                    he’d seen a boy who was always so on edge, on his guard, look so–

                   well. petrified. but then he kneels over to pick the blade up, and drops                    it instantaneously, like it’s electrocuted him. jason’s brows jump to a                    curious look, nervous and agitated, before he says, gently:

                   `take a minute to calm down, because we need to get out of here. and                    we may need to bring this man with us. there’s no good in letting him                    go or leaving him here. understand? we’ll get to the bottom of this. now,                    is–is there something on that blade? a poison, or–?` you dropped it                    pretty fast.

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i miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.

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romanstorm replied to your post:Semi-hiatus notice I probably should’ve called...

hugs u 8(

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Semi-hiatus notice

I probably should’ve called this sooner, but I’m going to have to go on a semi-hiatus. The school year has started and with two AP’s, two classes that are online half the time,  band, and other commitments I haven’t had the time these past few weeks to update here. I’ll be popping in occasionally, but until we have an actual break or I have some free time, I probably won’t be on here. If I am, I’ll just be lurking on the dash/sending memes/doing whatever else off of mobile.

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Bring up my muse's past, fuck them up, nothing is off limits

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A VERY TINY SMALL ITTY BITTY PSA: 

if you ever want to like, idk, be EXCLUSIVE with me, you can ALWAYS send me a message. I WANT to be EXCLUSIVE with people but I never know how to approach them. I HAVE IT in my mind that ‘yeah u right there…your [insert character] is the only one for ME! heart eyes motherfucker.’ It just makes things 10x easier if I knew that someone wanted to be like ‘hey i like u and u like me let’s just get on one knee and tie our shoes you dig?’ and i will totally dig. I’ve never had the exclusive rule before….I see a lot of people doing it and i think it’s the greatest thing. It puts ME at ease (bc i’m self conscious of other characterizations) AND i like building relationships IC & OOC. 

Yeah i hope this explains a lot. Or not……shrugs.

A VERY TINY SMALL ITTY BITTY PSA: 

if you ever want to like, idk, be EXCLUSIVE with me, you can ALWAYS send me a message. I WANT to be EXCLUSIVE with people but I never know how to approach them. I HAVE IT in my mind that ‘yeah u right there…your [insert character] is the only one for ME! heart eyes motherfucker.’ It just makes things 10x easier if I knew that someone wanted to be like ‘hey i like u and u like me let’s just get on one knee and tie our shoes you dig?’ and i will totally dig. I’ve never had the exclusive rule before….I see a lot of people doing it and i think it’s the greatest thing. It puts ME at ease (bc i’m self conscious of other characterizations) AND i like building relationships IC & OOC. 

Yeah i hope this explains a lot. Or not……shrugs.

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clumhood:

Make me choose >> cashtonkinks and lhemmings asked: Calum’s arms or Calum’s legs?

clumhood:

Make me choose >> cashtonkinks and lhemmings asked: Calum’s arms or Calum’s legs?

Make me choose >> cashtonkinks and lhemmings asked: Calum’s arms or Calum’s legs?

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 I worry I don’t do my character justice.

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emcraldprince

          ‘ i don’t remind you nearly enough if you still think you could convince me to accompany you on one of your so-called  äventyr. ’

he’s thinking of something----- dare he say it? oh, why not.

            “ You’re such a party pooper. ”

♛ SIIHIR

         “I’m WELL AWARE, Ragnor– it isn’t like you remind me          every god damn time I suggest going somewhere, after all.”

          ‘ i don’t remind you nearly enough if you still think you could convince me to accompany you on one of your so-called  äventyr. ’

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romanstorm || con’t

                   `does it fucking MATTER–`

                    if the fact he literally had someone pinned to wall didn’t register                     that jason was beyond angry right now–the swearing may have                     tipped him a little more over the line of ‘angry’ to ‘LIVID’.

                    all he had seen was someone try to lure magnus away from                     the group. next thing he knew, there were more than three men                     closing in, and jason hadn’t thought twice about following. who                     were they–and what did they want with his friend?

                    but, if that hadn’t been bad enough–jason had rounded the                     corner to find weapons had been brought out. and magnus was                     strong–jason needed no explanation of that. but he seemed                     SCARED of these men, for whatever reason. and the flinch he                     saw when a knife was brought out made him forget entirely that                     he had to stay hidden.

                    now here he was, sporting a bloody nose, while one man was                     unconscious on the ground, another pinned to the wall by his hand                     and the last one running, panicked and erratic, away from them.

                                                  `what was this about?! who are these people.`

don’t mind magnus, he’s in a mild state of SHOCK at the moment. he hadn’t thought anything of it, at first-- some guy trying to sell him a watch. ( it was a pretty nice watch, he had to admit, but he never wore them. ) out of nowhere, the other had arrived and then they were pulling him around the side of the building and he recognized that knife. it was an odd design; a curved blade the length of his forearm made of a silvery, luminescent metal. he hadn’t seen another blade like it. 

he itched to grab his own daggers and start throwing, but their blade stopped him. something about it seemed to sap at his strength. he’d involuntarily FLINCHED when they brought it to his neck and then-- it wasn’t there anymore. A blond head went through the men like they were nothing, taking out one and scaring the shit out of another before pinning the last against a wall before Magnus could even register what was happening.           Good ol’ Jason Grace to the rescue. again.

“ i----- “ he’s toungue-tied, something RARE for him. ( the attack really had shaken him up. ) Magnus glances down to see one of the silver blades lying in the dirt. he kneels and reaches for it, only to find that it’s painful to touch. it feels like his skin is blistering, burning, and he drops it, gritting his teeth against the feeling.

               “ i don’t know, ” he lies.

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Kisses his nose ( 20 bucks says she got embarrassed && chickened out of kissing him smack on the mouth oops )

PUCKER UP (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

scrunches face