#thetrivialexistence

[praetor-lupus-ws]

If you talked to Dimitri Before and want to keep you plot by all means just hollar my way on here or on him. 

[stilesetumbrasumus]

the-trivial-existence replied to your post:the-trivial-existence replied to your post:High...

//alright then i shall cook sth up tmr night :)

Awesome :D

[voxvulgi]

List of people who owe me (part 3)

I felt like I should make this ;v; Please note that I’m not hurrying you guys. I just want to make sure you remember our threads. In case you want to drop any of them, please message me. I hate ditching threads.

howdairfinnick (This) (EMILY WHERE ARE YOU? TAT *cries*)

thetrivialexistence (This)

runedlightwood (This and this) (Why did you and Emily decide to take a hiatus without telling me? T_T)

bruntbreadpeeta (This, this, this, this, this, this, and this) (And this, Ben, is why I feel awkward whenever you ask if someone wants to roleplay.)

theoneandonlyjacelightwood (This)

[valentinesxarrow-blog]

I know we haven't actually rped yet but i want to let you know that well, you are a lovely person and your writing is just GARGHH-i just i don't know i just love you okay i just ARGHH- *fades out into nothingness*

    yes. we should totally change that. i mean this fandom is so tiny, but in a way i kind of love it like that. everyone is so kind & sweet. zero dramas. also i think you personally are a brilliant roleplayer—as well as a brilliant alec. i mean i’m lacking in parabatai threads, so i would love the chance for our characters to interact or w/e. definitely. and thank you so much!! i can’t believe this is happening. it should be a thing. like at random we start picking out roleplayers to love & adore. anonymous or not. it’s so nice. i’m. squealing. i love you all.

[fehuansuz-blog]

[text] I really needed you, but you gave up on me. Now I am not there anymore. And it's all your fault.

[Text:] What are you talking about Alexander? Wasn’t it you who said that there is nothing between us?

[ofcateyes-a-blog]

"Magnus?" Alec asked, blank-faced to the scene unrolling before his eyes. He never should have trusted his pretty little words and his pretty little mind.

"Alec, what are you doing here?" Magnus said, cat-eyes wide.

[forever-dancingthrough-life]

the-trivial-existence

Dani sighed, walking home from dance. It had been a later night than usual. Normally they were let out before dark but this close to performance no one was really paying attention to the clock. She hated being out after dark though, especially in the city. "Ok. Just three blocks to your apartment. You can get there." She whispered, glancing around. What she failed to notice was that she was being followed.

[writtenwordswrittenlives-blog]

"So, let me get this right, you want me to be a stand in to make the person you like jealous?

Valentine’s Inspired Meme

"Exactly", Camille responded with a smile, keeping herself from making a sarcastic remark. Instead she looked like a determined angel. "This is important. I rely on you, boy."

[stilesetumbrasumus]

the-trivial-existence replied to your post:High Warlock of Los Angeles || the-trivial-existence

//bromance or romance though?

//either, it doesn't matter to me. 

[unspokencommunion-blog]

Camille? Magnus...he wanted to...

"Magnus wanted to what?" Camille asked, looking at Alec impatiently.

[notapinecone]

Wrong place - wrong time | closed

Coming to New York had been the worst - and tonight probably the most dangerous - thing he could have done, though it was too late now. He had to run, away from the laws of the society he only shortly knew he belonged to, away from someone who had to think he was a murderer. There was a body behind him, blood and the smell of something evil, dangerous, something like him.

The one who was after him had to be a Shadowhunter. Magan knew they protected the law, they punished the ones who broke it and killing a mundane had to be against it. So he ran. His legs hurt and he more than before felt the hunger surge through him. There was no way he could outrun his pursuer, especially not in his condition and in a city he barely knew.

Almost out of breath, he turned around a corner, only to be greeted by a solid wall. With wide eyes he turned around, back against the stones.

[fehuansuz-blog]

+1

"Ah, what have I done to earn an audience from a child of the Nephilim on this fine day?"

[ofcateyes-a-blog]

Magnus I think... I think I want to get a dog.

Why d'you want a dog? I mean, yeah sure we can get one but why?

[nemovirum]

the-trivial-existence

          "Uh, yes?"

[voxvulgi]

Dear Alexander, I am not going to start off with that shit about you having to get over it or about you having to act maturely. That’s bullshit. I know there are things you never get over. And I swear to God, the “maturity” people think of is unreal; we grow everyday and it is not possible to reach this kind of maturity when you don’t need to grow anymore. I don’t tell everyone this, but I’ve lost something quite dear myself. It happens to Shadowhunters everyday, so what’s new? What’s new is that I lost everything in my life, including my old self, and there are only little pieces left of which most are too far away. I have been unable to feel like my existence is actually a thing; I was shattered and knew I would never get over it. I didn’t. The only reason I’m still walking is because I’m living with it. It never fades to an old memory, but I don’t sulk over it anymore. It is done, and if it must come back, it shall. Just not now. And I am not living in hope for my past. I am living in hope of that, at some point in my life, I will create my future. I don’t know what it is. I am lost. But I still want to see what happens. You don’t move on, you just walk with it, and you’ll survive. It might never stop hurting, but the pain might get dull. You might find a lot of things to take your mind off of it. Life will not stop; it’ll carry you to where you’re supposed to end up. All I ask of you is to be as patient as you have always been and wait to see where that is. Maybe it is a version of your past. Maybe it is a completely different verse. Either way, you have endured so much and helped so much. You were everyone else’s anchor, and at some point you’ll get your own. I just hope you’ll try to be your own anchor because you’re the best person at that. I can feel your brotherhood merely from the way you look at Izzy when she’s sad and every time you scold Jace for his recklessness. You can do it. Not for us — everything you’ve ever done was for us — but for the sake of meeting what you deserve for being others’ supporting ground all your life. Love, Dawn

[burntbreadpeeta]

Asylum. Peeta + Alec

Peeta was sat on his bed, his knee's up to his chest as he stared off to the wall. He had only been in this asylum a few weeks and he wanted to be out. He hated it here, everyone treat him like dirt. The doctors never helped at all and whenever he freaked out they just injected him with sedative.

But he had heard they were making him share a room with someone, hence why they added in another bed. The baker was scared of who it would be, a murderer? Rapist? Anything.