#{ *:･ﾟ✧ MARYSE╰ AESTHETICS.

[enchantious]

੭  maryse & jillian  𐙚   🗒️  ৲ ৲

[ginerva-mollyweasley]

"you're still you. still strong, and brave and beautiful"

MARYSE LIGHTWOOD (nee. TRUEBLOOD) → my top 50 fictional characters [4/50]

[mademoisellefantasy]

There was blood on the matress [...] and the window was but a thin line in walls as thick as medieval prisons. Yet, babies held by mothers who love them can sleep anywhere.

Snippet from The Wicked Woman (to be released soon!)

Photo from Hapimag Château de Chabenet.

[carmellaismoney]

[witchlingcirce]

I’m always yapping about the tmi movie so I actually want to share my honest opinion about it !!

I do agree with the entire sentiment that the movie is not a good adaption of the books. I feel like the movie kind of misses out on a lot of the things in the book that give it a better context. Not to mention that like, the entire ending of the film is almost made up stuff. What was even the point of Hodge’s character in the film??! 😭😭 like what.

Not to mention that I feel like they fundamentally messed up setting up the second film. The ending in it itself just feels like it could be a stand-alone. And not to mention that the film says that Maryse & Robert are dead, which kind of ruins specific plot points in city of ashes (aka MARYSE SENDING JACE AWAY… WHICH IS IMPORTANT TK THR STORY 😭😭 or Maryse & Robert gathering shadowhunters FOR THE FIGHT… I guess hodge would have taken the parental role but that’s such a weird set up from the movie as well). I also think them making Valentine a brunette and not giving him his Morgenstern white hair was soo silly idk.

And listen, there’s more and more to tap about what is wrong with this film- HOWEVER: I do actually still love it, why? Because it’s fun. That’s literally it.

The film actually got the aesthetic of the mortal instruments down to a T, like that’s EXACTLY how the institute should like, and the vibe of New York?? Perfect. I’m someone who really enjoyed the casting of the main three characters as well (Simon, Jace & Clary).

The tmi movie is great when you just take it at its surface level: a fun movie. That’s why I love it so much. And ofc the movie messed up at a lot of parts- BUT NOTHING beats the greenhouse scene, like THAT WAS SO PEAK. And honestly this change from the movie was kinda stupid but I LOVED the vampire scene. The choreography was top tierrrr. And I think the choreography this entire movie was great they deserve those apples.

So yeah, the movie is lwokey a bad adaption but I think it’s a really fun movie that I will continue to watch and enjoy bless

[alexanderlightweight]

Prompt if you like it! Living!John with platonic John, Lydia, Alec who everyone mistakes as in a group relationship. Bonus for moping Alec getting cuddles/sofa-squishes because the gorgeous warlock he keeps running into is giving mixed messages (because he thinks Alec is taken).

i hope you enjoy how this goes, it kind of didn't go the way intended because magnus wasn't about to risk alec getting swept away. thank you for the prompt

<3 lumine

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“What’s wrong?” 

John hears Lydia ask and whatever she hears makes her furious, her eyes are bright with a tightly contained anger and she stops undressing to instead tie her back and into a ponytail.

John sighs and gets up himself, knowing that while she won’t ask him to follow wherever she’s headed, that he doesn’t want to be anywhere else. 

“Clave?” He asks, because that’s the most likely issue and could be why Lyds is so upset. 

She shakes her head and scowls at the wall, hand rubbing her thigh where a sword normally would be. 

“Alec.”

John doesn’t ask another question, instead he’s up and grabbing one of their joint go-bags. 

“Okay, let’s go.” He says, about ten minutes later when he’s gathered everything, he thinks they’ll need. “If we want to crossover to New York as fast as possible, we’ll need to cut through the City of Bones.”

Lydia winces but nods, because to her — for both of them — the unpleasantness is worth it, if it means getting to Alec’s side when he needs it.

—

“You're getting an arranged marriage?” John asks again, shocked as he sits there and watches as Alec groans and curls further into Lydia’s lap.

He says something but it’s muffled by Lydia’s stomach, and she rolls her eyes, petting his hair slowly as she mouths ‘Maryse and Robert’ across to him.

John locks gazes with her and he knows, that whatever happens they'll not be letting Alec go through this.

Ever.

—

John watches as the warlock, Magnus Bane, sees Alec and immediately zeroes in. It’s as if the rest of the Institute doesn’t matter and while Alec is flustered, he’s not overwhelmed which means this has happened enough for him to get used to it.

“I do not like what I’m seeing.” Lydia mutters, glaring over at the troublesome group Alec’s trying to keep leashed. 

“Alec being appreciated?” John teases back, but she doesn’t laugh, and her gaze isn’t on Alec or his admirer.

“They don’t seem surprised or interested in the fact that Bane’s hunting him down. They seem to expect it and Alec’s only here because Jace said he needed to talk to him.”

The implications hit John like a demon horn in the gut.

“They wouldn’t.” He breathes out, quiet as he can as he stops watching Alec and Bane and focuses instead on the other three.

“They would.” Lydia hisses, angry and vicious, “and Alec wouldn’t even realize. Bane probably doesn’t even know either, the way he’s so wrapped up in Alec, I doubt he’s paying attention.”

“Fuck—” John mutters and he knows Lyds hates mundane swears, but she just nods, a short, clipped agreement. “Okay, so you grab Alec and I—”

“No, you grab Alec. I’ll grab Bane.” When John sends her a questioning look, she just shrugs her shoulders with a smirk.

It’s always less dangerous to not know what she’s planning and so John goes along with it. Alec is just as entranced as Bane is and John wonders if he’s going to be able to snap him out of it. However, Lyds has a plan and John is a dutiful, obedient husband “Alec, I need to steal you away for a second.”

John winks at Lydia, not noticing how Bane’s face shutters and goes cold, or how the gleam in his eyes flares when he follows John’s gaze to Lydia.

Instead, John focuses on his task, and he wraps an arm around Alec’s shoulder, pulling him along before he can protest. It only works because Alec is so tongue-tied in front of Bane and while John and Alec don’t agree on aesthetics, he can see the appeal.

Bane is clearly, very powerful and very dangerous.

It’s not a surprise that Alec would be attracted to him.

“What?” Alec asks, sharp and cold and probably irritated but trying to hide it.

“Lydia has something she needs to discuss with you and Bane, but we need to not be obvious about it.”

Alec looks over his shoulder, at where Lydia is approaching Bane and for a moment, John watches as Bane and Alec’s eyes lock. There’s a shiver of danger, an instinct of imminent threat that raises the hair on his neck when he tightens his grip and pulls Alec faster. 

—

Magnus is surprised that he’s not breathing actual flames with how furious he is. It’s taken time and patience and so much effort to get the little bit of 

And then, out of nowhere two nephilim show up, hoarding his boy to themselves and touching him like Magnus still isn’t allowed to. 

Magnus is reminding himself that he can’t smite visiting guests to Alexander’s Institute when he’s approached by the second one. She smiles, all political charm and bright enthusiasm, making small talk that Magnus isn’t in the mood for.

“Actually, I have some of my grandfather’s old notes. I’d love to show you.” 

It’s only because Magnus is looking for a reason to cut out her tongue that he picks up on her body language.  She’s not as relaxed as she’s pretending and she wants Magnus to follow her, desperately. It’s with fierce amusement that Magnus follows her, mentally hoping she dares to try and trap him.

It would be a lovely excuse to splatter her brain matter across the Institute walls.

Instead, he’s led to a private room and when he opens it, he stares, and he wonders if this was the torture she wanted to inflict on him.  

Alexander is sitting on the floor, back resting against a loveseat and another man’s fingers are running through his hair. Alexander makes a soft grunt and then lets his head flop further back, practically in the other nephilim lap.

“How little has he been sleeping?” The blonde shadowhunter asks, concern creasing her face and she ignores Magnus to shut the door and then she’s stepping out of her heels and crossing the room. She bends, pressing a casual kiss to Alexander’s forehead and then she’s leaning over him and kissing the man holding him.

Magnus wonders if he’s about to explode when there is a hoarse, “oh gross. Lyds, you’re not supposed to kiss this close to me. I can hear your tongues.”

There’s a snort, a bitten off laugh that turns into a cough and the blonde is covering her mouth with her hand. 

“Sorry Alec,” she murmurs, and she pats his head again.  This time, Magnus watches and pushes down the anger, seeing how Alec leans into it, like a cat seeking affection from its humans.

“Yeah buddy,” the male still holding Magnus’ boy says. “I forgot you were there.” 

“That doesn’t make it better—” Alexander grumbles and his eyes are still shut; he hasn’t noticed Magnus.  “Fuck, John why didn’t you convince Lydia to come train in New York?”

“Because John wanted to try cliff-diving for demons.” Lydia, as Magnus now bothers to remember mocks. “Now listen up, cherub-cheeks. You and Bane need to know something.”

At his name, Alexander startles, eyes wide and pink creeping over his cheeks.

“Alec—” John, Lydia’s husband, starts slowly. “You’re being taken advantage of.” Magnus hisses insulted and starts to draw himself up when he’s sent a panicked glance. “Not you, you’re not the one! Actually, they might also be taking advantage of you.”

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Alexander asks, confused and concerned, “how?” 

“Have you noticed a lack of receipts for Bane’s service? For all of Fray's requests and services?” 

“They said they had it taken care of. That Magnus accepted the payment.”

“I accepted a necklace, as a onetime payment.” Magnus interjects, not wanting to be spoken for when he’s in the room, especially by people who aren't even in the room. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Then why are you helping so much? Sorry, I mean. I’m glad you’re, fuck—”

“He means, why are you helping without payment. You’re the High Warlock of Brooklyn, you should be overcharging, not working pro-bono.”

Magnus blinks, then raises an eyebrow because while she’s not wrong, she’s also clearly missing the point.

“I wanted to see Alexander.”

There’s silence and then Alexander is blushing and turning into Lydia’s husbands’ knee, but Magnus is amused by it this time, rather than furious. Even if he is confused as to why Alexander is acting like this is new. 

“Which is up to you. Except where his siblings and Fray lied to him about it. They’ve been using him to get you to practically run errands for them and while I don’t care how you conduct your own affairs, it’s pretty ripe with insubordination. Especially, when he was unaware.”

“Are you suggesting,” Magnus bites out. “That everyone but Alexander was aware of why I’ve been so generous with my time and talents?”

There’s a soft groan and finally, his boy is looking at him with serious, hazel eyes. 

“You would have seen me regardless of if you were paid, Magnus. I didnt—” Alexander shrugs and his lashes flutter as his gaze lowers. “It never occurred to me that was why we always saw each other,” and he shrugs. 

Lydia and her husband match gaze over Alexander’s head, something fierce and protective between them. A reason for why they are so careful of Alexander, why they want to keep him safe.

“Well, perhaps I can take Alexander out for lunch without interruptions, for once.” Magnus gives Lydia a droll look, knowing she’ll understand immediately. 

“Oh, we can definitely make sure there aren’t any more interruptions.” Blue eyes glint dangerously, “I am a liaison of the clave. I’m sure Clarissa Fairchild’s evaluations will take several hours, probably even all day.”

Magnus holds out a hand and Alexander takes it, a confidence to the gesture that makes Magnus’ breath catch. He summons a portal, ignoring that he’s in the middle of the Institute and he smirks at the surprise in Lydia and her husband’s eyes.

“I’ll have him back before the demon strikes.” Magnus taunts, because he’s been more than polite, and it’s been a very trying day. Next to him, Alexander snorts and when he looks over, there’s a soft smile being sent his way.

If this is how Alexander is when he’s not being bothered by his siblings and Clarissa, then Magnus suddenly has a reason to deal with them.

[rosietrace]

Bricoler

Name Meaning

Bricoler: Meaning "Tinker" in French

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"Welcome to Bricoler. Be as creative as you please, for we will happily embrace all things out of the ordinary."

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▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱ཻུ۪۪⸙͎⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤† Basic Info

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ The dormitory is twisted from Tinkerbell

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ The dormitory was originally founded under the tenacious curiosities of the fairies of tinkering

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ The founder was said to be a lot like Meryl; Curious, hard-working, and almost just as childlike. It was no surprise that they were the youngest of the founders, and that Eclair worried for them the most

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ The dormitory colors are varying shades of Green, Brown, Gold, (occasionally) Yellow, and White. And much like Magnijardin, the uniforms are especially customizable in this dormitory

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Students in this dormitory tend to excel in technology, alchemy, and magical research. And happen to be the ones supplying most of the medicine in the infirmary

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Most known to be the most curious and inventive dormitory, alumni of this dormitory help improve the security guard and their technological advancements to protect the academy

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Students in this dormitory are encouraged to happily make as many discoveries as they wish, and help improve the world no matter how dark it may seem

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ A frequent visitor of the dorm is Madam Maryse, a former vice general to Lilia Vanrouge's military division and a pioneer who can't help but constantly analyze every angle of every situation

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Madam Maryse is highly respected by the students of the academy, however she can't help but feel irked knowing that despite that respect, there will always be someone somewhere in someplace that will belittle her as though she were as fragile as glass.

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▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱ཻུ۪۪⸙͎⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤† Dorm Transportation

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Situated in the academy's hall of portals, lies the portal to Bricoler's dormitory building

The archway is made entirely out of oak, dark oak, no less. Adorned with varying leaves and plants alongside an acorn or two.

Walking through the archway will have you encounter a small wooden hammer, and a miniature wooden replica of an anvil; almost the same size as the hammer.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Lightly hitting the anvil will allow an abundance of leaves and dandelions to swirl surround you and transport you to the entrance of Bricoler's dormitory building

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▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱ཻུ۪۪⸙͎⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤† Dorm Building/Aesthetic

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ The dormitory building is similar to a life-sized dollhouse, and which each new student it feels as though the building gets larger and larger

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Like all the other dorms, Bricoler's bedrooms are customizable for the student's preferences, however it's encouraged to give your room some sort of a special touch to signify that it is your room. And no one else's

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Like all the uniforms in the academy, Bricoler is no different. But much like Bystro Letyuschiy, there's no particular theme to go for in Bricoler; Just as long as you are comfortable with what you chose to wear, then everything will be fine

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Dormitory Playlist: TBA

[bookinfested]

Also my copy of Seventh Mansion by Maryse Meijer got damp recently and the pages warped so now the ✨aesthetic✨ seems far more accurate to its content.

[corvusalas]

Every time I look around I see broken people. The world is walking on shards of glass made up of a past that words could never even begin to describe. I made my choice a long time ago. So has everyone else. There's no going back.

✧ threads ✧ about ✧ headcanon ✧ the mail ✧ ✧ aesthetics ✧ musings ✧ connections ✧ mirror ✧

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Selma Odette Avery

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Sel, Little Swan, Avery

AGE: Nineteen

BIRTH DATE: March 19th, 1961, Nineteen

BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood

AFFILIATION: Order of the Phoenix (during the war), St. Mungo's (currently)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Cottage on the hillside of Hogsmeade

OTHER: Avery Manor (formerly), Flat in Diagon Alley

OCCUPATION: Healer at St. Mungo's, Former Mediwitch for the Order

PETS: Achilles (eurasian eagle owl), Ophelia (siberian cat, future)

WAND: Beech Wood, Dragonheart String, 11 1/2 inch, slightly yielding

PATRONUS: Nightjar

BOGGART: Drowning in a body of water

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: cedar wood, faint hint of a potions lab, scent of tea

INSPIRATION

SONG: Swan Lake, The Call by Regina Spektor, The Archer by Taylor Swift, What was I made for by Billie Eilish

PINTEREST: Will be updated in the future !!

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS:  Maryse Avery née. Rookwood & Victor Avery

SIBLINGS: None.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: Philippe Avery (cousin). Elodie Avery (cousin).

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Ravenclaw

EXTRACURRICULAR: Slug Club, Charms Club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Charms, Alchemy, Arithmancy, Transfiguration, Potions

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, Norwegian, Latin

OTHER LANGUAGES: None.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Raven/Black

HEIGHT: 5′4

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (basic, practicing), Dueling (practicing, decent), Potions (decent), Ballroom dancing (skilled), Harp play (decent), Gardening (decent)

POSITIVE TRAITS: Curious, Creative, Witty, Adaptive, Intuitive, Accepting

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Perfectionist, Calculating, Secretive, Deceptive at times

MBTI: ENFJ

BIOGRAPHY: (tw Death, Infertility)

Selma Avery was born March 19th, 1959 to Maryse and Victor Avery within the french residence of the Avery family just south of Paris within the countryside. Truth unknown to most other than those within the manor that day was that the mother of Selma was not Maryse at all. Maryse and Victor, having struggled with conceiving a child for the longest time, in their desperation selected a witch that met all the necessary criteria in order to keep the bloodline going. The witch selected was of muggle heritage, despite her otherwise impressive accomplishments and the Averys every willing to take that secret to the grave and protect it at all costs. At an unknown point in time shortly after the birth of Selma the witch was vanished, seemingly taken care of by the family.

The young girl grew up unaware of the events of that night and weeks after, believing herself truly to be her parents' child in every way. Though she was warmer than those around her, not walking the halls with an icy shoulder and instead enjoying the dance lessons and other etiquette classes. Her path seemed rather clear.

When she was six years old her family moved back to England, settling in the family seat in the countryside in the northern part of the country near the Scottish border to resume their lives. Finally she was able to meet more children her own age, making friends fast and very much enjoying the elegant and extravagant parties they all always attended. It seemed like a rather carefree life.

By the time the Hogwarts letter arrived it was no longer a surprise to see the confirmation of Selma's magic written within its pages. It was an exciting new time that lay ahead of her and once there the hat wasted no time in sorting the girl into Ravenclaw. The warmth started making more and more sense although, of course, with each step her sense of creativity and wit began to become more apparent. Her open acceptance of all things, disguised behind politeness began to form. Selma was kind, could be demanding but dedicated to a fault.

Yet, despite all her world was thrown about when she was told about the secret her parents had kept. They could have kept her in the dark, let her live on oblivious to the world she was in but instead made the decision that her knowing would allow her to cover things up better especially given who she was friends with. Never could the secret get out, never the truth made known to others. And Selma kept it that way, fearful of losing those she considered dear. With the war beginning to rage outside the doors of the castle, the young Ravenclaw found herself in a spot wishing she could do more. She felt like an imposter.

Throughout her time at Hogwarts her love for the arts and the potential for potions and transfiguration began to shape. Alchemy added to the mix and the young woman had found her talent. Upon graduation she signed up for the healer training at St. Mungo's, eventually catching wind of a resistance fighting against the followers of the Dark Lord. Fearful at first, the wish to protect and help began to grow stronger. One morning she found herself at her desk, writing a letter to Dumbledore with the request to be taken in and given a chance to fight as much as anyone else. Selma became a mediwitch for the Order, helping out with both healing and potions where she could.

It was soon after that her family's secret was unmasked within the Daily Prophet. Her father was furious, blaming his daughter for the info having come to light. The source of the leak was never found but with the world aware of the secret, Selma reached a point where she refused to play the game any longer. While her parents desperately tried to get a handle on things, focus on damage control and telling others that it was simple blackmail and someone trying to better their status with threats, those closest to Selma now knew of the truth. The witch moved out of her parents home, rarely visiting now as they were part of those on the wrong side of the war, living her own life in a small cottage on the hills of Hogsmeade.

After the war the former Ravenclaw fully settled into her life, working hard at St. Mungo's and building relationships back up. The war always on her mind she cannot help but refuse to ever let that past catch up to her again; to any of them, really.

[caertusvire]

ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD

a girl is a gun

[dochrcid]

            ☆ Lyndsay Evenson  and Maryse Grayson aesthetic ♡                                                                            / @estamos-bien​

[chardwic]

Shadowhunters Aesthetics: (Favorite Girls) -> Clary Fray, Isabelle Lightwood, Maia Roberts, Lydia Branwell, Aline Penhallow, Helen Blackthorn, Maryse Lightwood, Jocelyn Fairchild, Seelie Queen, and Catarina Loss

[vraisang-a]

AESTHETIC MEME + Jace & Maryse

requested by @runesanddeath <3 

[imxsurvivor]

                ╰ • Mαяуѕє Ɗ'Sσυzα • Aєѕтнєтιc • Aмσя Rσмáηтιcσ • ╮

                                                       "𝐿𝑎 𝑙𝑢𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑠                                                     𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎,                                                      𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑎                                                  𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒ñ𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑠"

                                               - 𝐿𝑜𝑢𝑖𝑠 𝑆é𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑟

[thaisteria]

Maryse Lightwood

“You can't understand. You've never been a parent. You never love anything like you love your children.”

[theonlyblackcanary]

WWE Stars + X-Men

Paige + Psylocke

Miz + Cyclops

Maryse + Emma Frost

Becky + Dark Phoenix

R-Truth + Deadpool

Sonya + Scarlet Witch

Seth + Pyro