musings. music box. headcanons. attire. form. aesthetic. habits.
asks. memes. meme replies. wish list. ooc. saved tag. important.
about the mun. self promo. promotion. open posts. starter call.
mutuals only. desires. face claim. alternates.

tessa. will. jem. charlotte. henry. jessamine. cecily. sophie.
lucie. james. nate. magnus. clary. jace. alec. isabelle. simon.
shadowhunters. ithuriel.

wessa. jessa. herongraystairs.

ONE. for the little girl with jaded eyes, life set against her even 'fore BIRTH ;; trials & tribulations come about in ways unexpected yet endurance becomes her sport. abducted mother && unawares father, the girl living in a world not her own, distanced from all that she is. for the girl who calls herself smart, devours books as if they are the finest of fare yet comes to find herself naive to that which is truly there, lurking. awaiting her entrance. main verse, follows tessa through her childhood up through wills death && her distancing herself from her family. face claims include elaine carlin && assorted others. arc one. arc two. arc three. arc four. arc five. arc six.

TWO. for the girl who remains untouched by time. permanent fixture amid the storm ever changing. metamorphosis toblend, to remain unnoticed, fitting so perfectly with the decades. for the girl turned woman turned ancient beneath flawless visage of utter youth who flees family to be alone. she refused to watch them die one by one. the woman who stays away, remains at a distance, knows what they say about her for that will never change ;; nephilim blood be damned. main verse that follows tessa past wills death, through her time in the labyrinth && beyond. face claims include elaine carlin && assorted others. arc one. arc two. arc three.

THREE. for the girl whose saviors arrive too late, who goes wed to unassuming monster to complete vile plans. what little is known goes tainted by his lies ;; force fed words to ease away her fears lodged within very bones. veil of complacency forged though beneath, still does mind work wonders. for the girl who is told that she shall wear a crown in the new age yet silently wonders as to just who the greater evil at work is. au verse where the london institute does not arrive before tessa is forced to wed. potential triggers include abuse both physical && sexual. face claims include elaine carlin && assorted others. no verse arcs included at this time.

FIVE. for the girl who is just a girl ;; no angels marking her as theirs && no seedy underworld to lay claim. au verse where there are no shadowhunters or the like & tessa is just tessa. face claims include elaine carlin. no verse arcs included at this time. period era verse. modern era verse.

SIX. for the girl who runs, flees death && love && it all. who wears any face, any name save her own in order to remain safe from those who seek to use her. for the girl who doesn't know when to stop && instead keeps hiding, terrified that she shall find herself caught no matter how much time has passed her by. a highly au verse where tessa runs from mortmain && the london institute in order to keep them safe. not capable of being played with most characters from the new york institute as her disappearance alters history. multiple face claims included. arc one. arc two.

Mun Name → Jailin
Mun Age → 23
Other Accounts → [x][x][x][x]
Skype → ophellias
Telegram → xsoli

ONE. for the little girl with jaded eyes, life set against her even 'fore BIRTH ;; trials & tribulations come about in ways unexpected yet endurance becomes her sport. abducted mother && unawares father, the girl living in a world not her own, distanced from all that she is. for the girl who calls herself smart, devours books as if they are the finest of fare yet comes to find herself naive to that which is truly there, lurking. awaiting her entrance. main verse, follows tessa through her childhood up through wills death && her distancing herself from her family. face claims include elaine carlin && assorted others. arc one. arc two. arc three. arc four. arc five. arc six.

TWO. for the girl who remains untouched by time. permanent fixture amid the storm ever changing. metamorphosis toblend, to remain unnoticed, fitting so perfectly with the decades. for the girl turned woman turned ancient beneath flawless visage of utter youth who flees family to be alone. she refused to watch them die one by one. the woman who stays away, remains at a distance, knows what they say about her for that will never change ;; nephilim blood be damned. main verse that follows tessa past wills death, through her time in the labyrinth && beyond. face claims include elaine carlin && assorted others. arc one. arc two. arc three.

THREE. for the girl whose saviors arrive too late, who goes wed to unassuming monster to complete vile plans. what little is known goes tainted by his lies ;; force fed words to ease away her fears lodged within very bones. veil of complacency forged though beneath, still does mind work wonders. for the girl who is told that she shall wear a crown in the new age yet silently wonders as to just who the greater evil at work is. au verse where the london institute does not arrive before tessa is forced to wed. potential triggers include abuse both physical && sexual. face claims include elaine carlin && assorted others. no verse arcs included at this time.

FIVE. for the girl who is just a girl ;; no angels marking her as theirs && no seedy underworld to lay claim. au verse where there are no shadowhunters or the like & tessa is just tessa. face claims include elaine carlin. no verse arcs included at this time. period era verse. modern era verse.

SIX. for the girl who runs, flees death && love && it all. who wears any face, any name save her own in order to remain safe from those who seek to use her. for the girl who doesn't know when to stop && instead keeps hiding, terrified that she shall find herself caught no matter how much time has passed her by. a highly au verse where tessa runs from mortmain && the london institute in order to keep them safe. not capable of being played with most characters from the new york institute as her disappearance alters history. multiple face claims included. arc one. arc two.

Mun Name → Jailin
Mun Age → 23
Other Accounts → [x][x][x][x]
Skype → ophellias
Telegram → xsoli

Hello there ( !! ) My name is Jailin, 23 years old, she/her pronouns, living in san diego california. In my spare time I enjoy reading, writing, pretty much anything art related   (  drawing, sculpting, pottery, painting, working on photoshop, wire work etc etc.  )   I enjoy the crap out of miyazaki && tim burton && they are my idols, my dream being to work with the latter for a living. I have a dirty mouth & a habit of calling others pet names && if you don’t like that, please don’t hesitate to let me know ( !! ) On top of a skype, i also have a line && a kik && if you’d like one just shoot me a message && i’ll hand them over. Do not hesitate to add me on any of these, all I request is that you let me know who you are. c:

This is an   account for theresa herondale - carstairs, nee gray of the shadhowhunters series, primarily book based but more than willing to interact with show based accounts. If there is something triggering to you, please do not hesitate to come into my ask && let me know; I’ll tag it && any similar posts in the future in a heartbeat. It is possible for this account to be NSFW in regards her story line && the nature of the series   (   violence, blood, potential smut  ) as well as illusions to past abuse.   however, everything will be tagged for the comfort of others using the system of [ trigger ] tw. 

Icons used on this acount are all cropped && colored by myself using caps or are created from bases && are not to be taken without my permission. any themes && promotions && any other character graphics found on my page were edited by myself unless otherwise stated.

oh, they’ll sing songs of you till kingdom come
till the sky goes black with apocalypse ash
&& all that’s left is flight && fire && smoke
all that’s left is you && wings && scales.

there’s a firestorm brewing in your lungs
ancient gold melted between your ribs
they’ll sing your story for years && years
in all the tongues lost to legend.

the skies breathe fire, reds && golds
&& violently violet hues of blue
if you spin around, you can almost see
the silver-dusted wings of mythology.

humanity never learned to tell the difference
between monsters && monstrosities
between beasts && beastliness
but you, oh, you will show them all
even the skies can’t scare you now.

there is a girl, sing the stories buried deep
in folklore, a girl who befriended beasts
&& soared among the fire-speckled skies
an avenging angel upon dragon scales
a wildfire set to spread, an apocalypse
contained inside two hands && breath.
            – x.

                she was not born for greatness. no prophecy spoke of her coming. she was not forged to be someone, not really, yet if you were to ask her parents, marlene mckinnon was made of star stuff. galaxy veined && nebula lipped. atmospheric, they’d whisper as they tucked riot of curls ‘hind shell of ear, run pad of thumb ‘long sweet swell of adolescent cheek. raised on familial affection, make no mistake. her clan is a large one && while she may not be their heart, she resides squarely within them. 

                 adair, liam, lachlan, steafan, marcus &&  davina at the end. little davina following after marlene at a gap of four years. a large family by no regards yet it is nothing to the past. once upon a time it used to be that everyone knew a mckinnon, those precocious, persuasive purebloods with tarton ichor but now ?? now there are few. great numbers whittled down. her father is one of five, the only boy in a sea of girls && his uncles died childless && so on && so on && now the name rests ‘pon her brothers shoulders for, despite the fifteen cousins of varying ages, none of them bare the name of the blood coursing through their veins. that’s  okay, though. at least it would be. if it weren’t for the war.

                 she didn’t want to leave for a myriad of reasons —– at home in ancient scottish manor the world fell away. grass stains at the knees of once pristine stockings with runs along one calf, picture perfect braid half undone, left tangled by wild activity. towering books so close to toppling && hand drawn maps of the cosmos across the ceiling of her room. a world onto it’s own, no danger from the stuff of nightmares. no danger of crumbling into ash && blowing away, swept away by careless hand of another.

                 but it was removed there, too, in that giant castle && it didn’t hurt that four of her brothers were in attendance at the same time. another mckinnon sorted into ravenclaw && she thrived on all it had to offer. brains && ferocity, a force of nature in blue && bronze. breaking noses && studying her arse of at the same time. a house sweetheart with a forth of the student body && five mckinnon boys at her back     ;;     a vision. if she was nebulous before, in hogwarts she became the universe.

                 not everyone saw it, however. too focused on their own school lives, school relationships before being thrown out into a veritable warzone. she couldn’t blame them, she was the same. they would should her name as she decimated the quidditch pitch, ask her help with studies or bullies, bribe her with sweets yet few would pry into who she was beneath the surface && that was fine. inside she was a mess. getting owls about how this family friend or that neighbor got injured or killed in the crossfire, how her father’s cousin forsook them all. only those closest learned about that particular darkness, spoken softly with trembling lips —– terrified that she would be judged for this distant relative’s choice.

                 after graduation there was zero doubt as to what she was going to do. first she ran to the ministry, signed up for auror training && then she answered the call, joined the ranks of the order at dumbledores recommendation. not the first mckinnon, nor the last, she would assume in either. she wasted no time && had no regrets.

                 the darkness came quicker than she imagined. her very first mission instilled the beginnings of her fear of loud sounds, never truly sure just where it came from, if it’s fire or nothing at all. soon, she learned how to hide bouts of shaking hands. she hides it all && she’s gotten so good at it that it’s become second nature —– however, if you look close enough you can see the cracks in her armor, the ones only allowed to go pulled apart in the middle of the night when she’s alone, curled up in her bed && pretending the shadows aren’t inching closer && closer. really, there are nights she doesn’t sleep at all, just lays still, one hand curled ‘round the wand tucked beneath her pillow && eyes watching the corners for figures unexpected. everyone quickly came to know that to show up unannounced at her flat at night was a bad idea —– always a quick shot, even more so when she feels she’s under threat.

                 at nineteen her brother steafen was killed in the line of duty. for the next two days marlene holed up in her flat drinking firewhisky after firewhisky && refusing to see anyone before showing up at an order meeting like nothing had happened. the death caused a strain between her && her mother, marlene interpreting every look at his funeral as filled with blame && the day after she resigned from auror training && instead went into training to become a hitwitch. it shattered her beneath her mask, believed to have killed her until a year later.

                 it was a family event when she was twenty, the whole family, mckinnon && otherwise at the clan home for the weekend. aunts && uncles && nieces && nephews && cousins —– the land was constantly filled with bodies. they were supposed to be safe there, always had been even during the times of the witch hunters but there was a first time for everything.

                 the worst thing is, it wasn’t an entire squadron of death eaters. not even half && still they wiped her family out of existence from her half blind grandmother to her two year old twin niece && nephew. marlene had tried to save them at least, hid them in a crawlspace but they were found all the same, killed before her very eyes. the killing curse wasn’t used on her, but there are many ways to kill a person. that late afternoon, her screams echoed across the moors like a haunting specter.

                 she was found hours later in the center of it all, believed to be among the casualties && word was sent out before it was realized otherwise. she was injured, highly so, but she was a fighter. it took months before she was able to leave the hospital && the care of the healers but she had nowhere to go. the world thought her dead like her family && only a select few knew otherwise. shelter went offered && refused, idea of putting others in danger sickening. frightening. they did not know where it was a hit or simply a whim of the attackers && marlene wasn’t going to take the chance.

                 && so she went off on her own, lived under an alias. she still worked as a member of the order but became a faceless, nameless number to all but a few. protective measures were taken so no one would realize that she still lived in case any wanted to finish what was started. unable to touch her family assets, or even her own, she started at the bottom && refused handouts beyond the initial offerings all but forced upon her so that she didn’t land in the gutter.

                 removed from it all, she was forced to keep her distance as more of her friends were killed, were injured, went to prison. finally, the war was over yet in hiding she still remained, only taking trips to visit those who knew she was alive && who, too, survived. she was not stupid enough to believe the streets were clear of death eaters &&, after all, she was supposed to be a dead woman.

                 marlene barely survived one war && way too soon she was thrown into another where she worked from the shadows until the big climax. she had found a job at a small bar that she eventually took over, discovered no one say ghosts in a woman behind the counter. instead of the front lines where she had originally started out, she worked intel, gathering information from those who claimed the dark corners.

DIVERGENT.

                marlene almost died that night in 1981 but by some miracle she managed to pull through. she was admitted to st. mungos under a different name && those who attended her && knew her previously were sworn to secrecy under threat of memory charm. it took her several months to be able to move freely enough to be discharged. her time in the hospital was largely lonely, the numbers who knew she was alive were few && far between by own request && there was still a war outside leaving visitation to become a hard thing to achieve. those who visited && were in the know were, like her healers, were sworn to secrecy by own will.

                after being released, she knew she could not return to her home village in scotland, nor could she return to her flat in hamstead. instead she relocated to bourton-on-the-water under a new name     ;;     amara bellerose. marlene mckinnon was dead && so was her history so she became a half blood who had attended hogwarts a year earlier && had been sorted into hufflepuff. unable to touch her own funds, she had money all but forced upon her but pride kept her from accepting anything more than was needed to keep her out of the gutter.

                she managed to find a job rather quickly as a barmaid at a wizarding tavern that didn't look too closely && in the years that followed she became the manager && then came to own the establishment. her choice in residence && work was rewarding, due to the original owners lack of care, many casual meets of death eaters would take place in the darkened corners. it took a few years for marlene to be confident enough to traverse close enough to serve without giving her true identity away, but even at the bar was she able to hear their whispers. even dead she could be of use to the cause if only for a little while before the close.

                after the war ended, marlene remained, living her life in secrecy because there was next to no one left to return to     ;;     the majority of the order had been killed in action && of those who survived, they largely went back to their own lives && marlene couldn't bare to force her way back into their lives. she made a home in bourton-on-the-water, made herself a presence if only slightly && her attempt, && somewhat success, to build a new life was fortunate for it started all over again.

                she continued what she had started in the first war, listening in && it was easier this time. years had passed && no one thought to look for the face of a dead twenty year old witch in a thirty something year old. she flirted && complemented though her disgust && passed on all she knew to dumbledore && mcgonagall, intel once more. she would venture her old haunts again, chance meetings with other order members, but rarely those who didn't know the secrecy surrounding her. for all most knew, she was just a faceless, nameless member until voldemorts final stand.

INTERACTION. I’m all for it all the time. In character, out of character, always feel free to hit me up. Talk to me if there is something you want to see or something you need   ( tags, clarification, etc  )   or if you just want to chat. Answer my opens, point me in the direction of one of yours, tag me in things   (  feel free to do so without talking to me if you’d like. Surprise things are fun for the whole group.  )   Multiple threads are fun as well, if you’d like to do more than one thing at any given time.

REPLIES. Please do not pester me about them if I don’t get to them right away or if I’m replying to other threads before I get to yours. If I’m not happy with a reply then I won’t post it until I am, or sometimes I just don’t have the muse for that particular thread. I will get to it, I promise. However if it’s been a week or so, you can hop into my ask and poke me about them if you’re concerned and I’ll let you know the status or sometimes tumblr’s a butt and doesn’t show things and you’re actually helping me. Matching your length to mine is not important, do not feel as if it’s a requirement; just do what you’re happy with.

FOLLOW BACKS. follow backs can be sporadic, coming either right away, after a period of time or simply never coming & for that I apologize but it’s in order to keep my dash full of people I can see myself interacting with character wise & post wise. I am selective with who I follow as well as with who I thread with. Of course, if you wish to continue to follow, please do go ahead; however I am not looking for a number nor am I looking to be one. If I have yet to follow you, or you would really like me to so we can do things; the easiest way is to interact with me. respond to opens, to new follower posts, send me things ——- let me know that you are interested && I will see what I can do.

RELATIONSHIPS. my main ships for tessa are jessa, wessa && herongraystairs, however what is really important is chemistry between the characters. Just because you ship something, or I ship something, or we ship something together does not mean that our characters will mesh that way; please bear that in mind. I like when things progress naturally   (  i.e not forced.  )   I will never force a ship on you and I would hope you would afford me the same courtesy. i do not see a ship meme as forcing a ship.

SMUT. I am open to smut; I, as a mun, am of age as is tessa in most arcs, however, it is important to note that, in canon, tessa only has relations with two people, both of which become her husband. she is devoted to both of them && it would take a lot for her to stray from either. If I am not comfortable with you, there will be no sexy times, I apologize. We do not have to be best friends, but there needs to be some sort of connection between us.