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I've been wondering...is Dali and his wife's names somehow related to Salvador Dali and Frida Kahlo?

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Why animes always make Greed looks so hot?🥲

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♡ ISIDORE AND SIMONE FIRST KISS ♡ (scene inspired in the TMI graphic novel)

TMI characters genderbend version from Cassandra Jean and Cassandra Clare.

I created this fanfic/imagine based on a scene from the TMI graphic novel and thinked of doing a genderbend version! English it's not my native language, so you will probaly find a few grammar mistakes.

Enjoy!

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"I'm going to take Simone to the park and show her the faerie circles." announced Isidore, with bright smile in his face.

"Faeries?!"

Simone jumped in surprise from her seat in the Taki's restaurant. Her astonished pale face changing to a tender pink as her eyes landed on Clarence. The redhead boy was side besides Isidore, with a grumpy face looking nothing but irritated.

Alexa, Isidore's older sister, she looked bored, if not irritated, and not caring about the two mundanes at the table. Every now and then, her eyes would go from Jayce to her plate in quick seconds that (she thought) no one noticed.

"Cool! Are you coming, Clarence?" Simone asked, adjusting her glasses.

Clarence glanced quickly at his childhood friend, then at Isidore, before shrugging his shoulders and distracting himself with the pancakes he had ordered. Across the table, Jayce had a smirk on her face that irritated Simone.

"No" responded Clarence, averting his emerald eyes "I'm tired. I'm going back to rest."

Simone's heart shriveled like a balloon being bitterly popped by a sharp needle. She just nodded in understanding, squeezing the hem of her jean shorts until her knuckles turned white. She didn't noticed Isidore smiling.

"Well, okay..."

The night in the park was colder than the mundane and the Shadowhunter could imagine, it was almost autumn after all, and soon the orange leaves of the trees would cover Central Park like an embroidered cloak all in gold. But surprisingly, it was also very empty. Simone followed Isidore's trail. She looked him up and down. He was much taller than Clarence and the rest of the boys at their school, handsome—very handsome—and provocative-looking. The clothes he wore only served to show off the handsome face he'd been blessed with, wearing a white shirt that let his muscles show through his skin, where the flesh was marked by the whitish scars of the runes the Shadowhunters wore. He gave off a faint scent of vanilla that didn't bother Simone, but on the contrary, pleased her. He was totally different, if not the opposite, from Clarence.

Clarence was never a boy who cared much about his appearance. If he had been more dedicated to wearing fashionable clothes and taking care of his always messy red curls, they certainly would have attracted a lot more stares from the girls in high school. Clarence's father, currently missing, was a very handsome man, tall, with green eyes and red hair who commanded attention everywhere he went. Simone imagined that, when older, Clarence would look like his father.

"Thanks for the walk. I needed some air." said Simone.

Isidore peeked over his shoulder, flashing a quick smirk. Hm!

"We don't come here often. It's faerie territory."

"What do you mean?"

Slowing their steps, they passed in front of a fountain of water, where three women carved from cold marble stretching their bodies in a bent position and holding hands, as if they danced happily to a rhythm they could not stop, intoxicated by the madness and the music. and with smiles on their faces.

Isidore stopped his steps, lifted his chin, looking at a field of flowers behind the fountain.

"People think they can control green spaces, but they can't" he said, thoughtful "It's where fair folk are strongest."

Simone raised her eyebrows. Fair folk? Like the folklore? Simone tried to imagine what the fair folk would look like. They look like Tinker Bell from Peter Pan? She also watched many Disney movies and readed fairytales books in her childhood, but couldn't picture any of them. By the way Isidore spoke, they must have been something much more... machiavellian.

"And they aren't friendly?" asked.

"Some are, some aren't. Look"

Isidore pointed beyond the fountain, directly to the field of flowers where the beautiful petals were in bloom, lit only by the park's glowing streetlamps.Simone looked in the direction he was pointing, squinting through the lenses of her glasses.

"Can you see that one?" asked Isidore. There was a young green-skinned fairy dancing on the top of one of the flowers, with a huge smile on his face and humming a happy ballad.

"No, I'm not magic. I'm not like Clarence" Simone answered disappointedly, looking at the flower, where she couldn't see anything. "I'm just ordinary."

The breeze blew harder between them, Simone flinched, a small scream escaping between her teeth. It was too cold, they should be back soon! What would Clarence be doing...

Isidore, at her side, moved as lightly as the breeze blew through his short hair, as if he weighed nothing, he leaned elegantly over Simone. Her heart beat faster.

He smelled deliciously like flowers, the scent of which no boy at Simone's school had ever smelled. Not even the others girls with their expensive perfumes. Isidore, who wasn't a mundane, had an inexplicable charm that she couldn't quite explain… maybe it was something about that angel blood thing in his veins?

His dark brown eyes were too close, staring directly into hers. His face was too close.

"I don't think you're ordinary." He whispered softly.

With her mundane vision not allowing her to see anything but the boy crouching in front of her, Simone didn't notice as the fairies rose in a flurry of wings, flapping their wings. She closed her eyes as Isidore's lips approached hers, his breath warm and good. Isidore wrapped his arms around her petite body, resting his elbows on her shoulders as they touched their lips in a soft kiss as the breeze blew sending leaves and petals swirling between them as the mischievous little fairies flew towards him as if in a dance, admiring that moment. Isidore's fingers closed against the fabric of her T-shirt, pulling her slightly closer to him and deepening their kiss, the pressure between her lips hot and wet.

Simone didn't understand why that -beautiful- boy was kissing her. Not even Clarence had that interest. Clarence. For a moment, he was no longer there in her mind, like if she forgot of him. She imagined what his reaction would be if he knew she was kissing Isidore, if he would feel jealous...

Their lips part in a soft smack, but they remained with their foreheads touching, Isidore with a small smile on his lips. Simone had her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She already had boyfriends in school before, she'd kissed before... but this... this was totally different.

"Kiss again!" a fairy said to Isidore's, flying up his head. Isidore smiled, only he being able to hear that. Fairies were pretty sassy little beings, he knew well, having dated one before.

"We should go back to the Institute" Isidore said, in a soft provocative voice.

"Yes... "Simone agreed, still confused and drunk for the moment "We should."

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I blame Cassandra Clare for my crush in hispanic men

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Even in TMNT vs Batman

Donnie is clumsy, no matter what incarnation it is.