#hcredis

[huntersprayer]

@hcredis​: ‘ i dont know what im feeling but there is a lot of it ’ *shrug*

      Ersken pauses, fingers running over brittle pages as the lights in the library - witchlight & electric both - flicker almost tiredly. there’s no real method he’s using right now, just flipping pages until he comes across something that might help them make sense of everything. he hates WAITING, but he does so much of it he should be more used to it by now. shoving the books aside, he raises an eyebrow at the other. ‘ usually I’d suggest tea, but right now I might go for a walk. to find different tea outside of the Institute. join me? it’ll at least be better than sitting around here a moment longer. ’

[cfthedemcn]

"Excuse me, I was hoping you might be able to help me out."

Magnus had mentioned some sort of market where she could pick up the necessary supplies for her lazarus pit but she was having difficulty finding the place. If it was that difficult to find she knew that she might need to resort to finding an outside supplier for her things. Not something she'd been looking forward to but one she would do if necessary. Luckily, she found someone who looked like they might be able to help her. Something else Magnus had told her about; those with markings on their skin would point her in the right direction. If they knew about it. Talia hoped they did but she wasn't about to count on it. She couldn't given just how low her supplies were. "I'm looking for the shadow market and I was told there was one in the city. Maybe you could point me in the right direction."

@hcredis​

[idumean-archive]

@hcredis​ liked this post for an au-verse starter ( closed ) verse chosen;✧ ❛ archimágeiras ❜ || verse. (au. · professional chef )

      it’s nothing fancy - just a simple spread he’d put together at the last minute when Clary had told him she was bringing Jace & a few friends over. he hadn’t really thought much about it beyond throwing together a few easy appetizers - he’d done a pear & brie crostini, some bacon-wrapped dates with goat cheese, some teriyaki meatballs, & thrown together a sort of make your own sandwich board for them to pick through. it wasn’t supposed to be a long study session, given as far as he remembered, the school semester was mostly done, but any excuse to get friends together (& get my big brother to cook, she had said before scarfing down breakfast & bolting out the door). he’s just finishing up everything when he hears Clary come through the door, & sees she has quite a few of her friends with her - Jace, he recognizes. Maia & Simon he recognize - from work, & as one of his sister’s best friends, respectively. he doesn’t recognize the last two - but he hears Clary introduce them as Izzy & Alec. still, his focus is entirely on the taller boy, distracting him until he feels Clary’s elbow dig into his side. he laughs, shaking his head. ‘ enjoy, ’ he murmurs, pouring himself a glass of wine. ‘ I just threw some things together. don’t mind me, I’ll just be working on an a tasting menu idea I had while you all work on studying. ’

[fxrgxr]

the bar may not have been his favourite place, but at least it would give him some insight into the city and the people he'd need to blend in with. london may have been HOME but business seemed to take him from it far more often than not. at least this time the city was one he was familiar with. it had been a long time since he'd been to new york but not much had changed and he knew he'd be able to slip into and out of the institute. eames still couldn't quite believe that he'd been hired to steal something from the nephilim. most of the time it was nicking things from private collections but apparently what he needed was in the new york institute and the head of said institute tended to show up at this particular bar. and if his information was correct the nephilim he needed was there with him enjoying far too many drinks. in all honesty, it was too easy to get the information he needed but sometimes that's just how it went for him.

still nursing his first drink, he knew better than to indulge. not when the man next to him seemed to be drinking enough for many people. at least it would make things easy. the more he drink the looser his lips would be and the more information he could get. and maybe he could the other to lead him right where he needed to be. "you keep looking at it like you're expecting it to give you advice," eames teased, moving his body to face the other. if it looked like he was giving the other some attention maybe it would loosen his lips more. "surely life can't be THAT bad, can it?" motioning the bartender, he made a point of telling her the other needed another drink. Of course, he would keep an eye on him so he didn't over do it, but he needed enough alcohol to get the information he needed.

@hcredis from here

[penguinpositivity]

Lets talk about someone who is so heavily underrated and underestimated. @hcredis. Easily one of the best Alec's if not one of the best shadowhunter blogs in general. They're new to the sh rp, but they're exactly what it needed. They're kind and inviting and inclusive and above all I am constantly astounded by their writing, characterization and complete and utter understanding of such a complex character. All my love and support to such a good bean!

[ravagerchose]

“Though I second the notion of putting Jace in a zoo, do you think it’s fair for the animals?” Or the zookeepers for that matter.

[harbingerofdebauchery]

[ ✉ → sms ] (alexander): of course i know you have a job to do [ ✉ → sms ] (alexander): but i also know that you enjoy our "time" together [ ✉ → sms ] (alexander): the loft door is open. unless you'd prefer me to open up a portal for you and then you can be here sooner

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[huntersprayer]

Lightwood. ( @hcredis )

  → [ text ;; ersken ]   it’s three in the morning   → [ text ;; ersken ]   and i have early patrol tomorrow   → [ text ;; ersken ]   so… yes.

→ [ 💬 ;; alec ] right, patrol. sorry, I keep forgetting that’s expected. it’s been a while since I set foot in a proper institute. → [ 💬 ;; alec ] do you want company? I could use a break from my studies.

[mortalpositivity]

@hcredis

this is an amazing & super talented alec! i love you so much & wish you the best!

[seraphbled-blog]

moved from here bc new blog. @hcredis

once they’re free of the institute, jace lets out a laugh. “we’re free men!” he jokes. both arms are thrown to the sky and he dances in a little circle around alec at the thought that they won’t have to eat izzy’s  ‘ stew ‘  that night. “only she can make stew that can kill without adding poison. maybe we should weaponize it,” he jokes. “dad’s never here, he doesn’t have to eat her food like we do.”

a sly grin slips onto his lips at alec’s accusation. “maybe i like taki’s pasta,” he says. though they both know that the seelie waitress was a big part of why he liked to go. the two had an off an on again one night stand. he would never consider it dating but when you can have a bit of fun from time to time, why not? “are you gonna be terribly disappointed if you have to come home alone tonight? unless you want me to act as your wing man.”

[idumean-archive]

‘*touches wings*’ // from the gentle tree @hcredis.

      he knows how they look - broken, tattered, laden with far too many scars compared to the majestic wings of the rest of the inhabitants of the Institute. his own had seen better days, he’s sure but he can’t remember what they ever looked like in all their glory so he’d hidden them away. it was easier to be Valentine’s freak experiment, born without wings than to show off the battered remnants that he’s not even sure can carry his own weight any longer. still, the way Alexander touches them, he almost wishes to find out. he hadn’t meant for the other to see  them, but even hiding them away didn’t prevent him from having to clean them every once in a while. he’d been in the middle of setting his feathers back in order when the other had found him. ‘ if it’s all the same to you, ’ he says, voice unusually subdued as his wings press into that gentle touch like they’re starved for it. ‘ the rest of the Institute believes these don’t exist. I’d... very much like to keep it this way. ’

[fxrgxr]

a smirk pulled at his lips as he watched the other slowly realise that he wasn't in his own bed. it may have been a bit risky to keep up his flirtations with the head of the new york institute, but there was something about him that just piqued his interest. to the point that he'd managed to get him into the loft he'd bought in the city. he knew it would've been far too easy to continue the flirtations that had started in the bar, but eames put a stop to it, not wanting to take advantage of the fact the other had had far too much to drink. of course, that hadn't stopped his wandering hands and from the other mimicking him in a similar fashion and while it had taken a lot of restraint for him to keep rebuffing the other's advances he knew they'd both regret things come morning should they have done something. though looking over at alec he had to admit that there might not be any regrets from him. all of that aside, he knew that the longer alec stayed in is bed the worse his guilt would be. or the more his curiosity would kick and he couldn't allow him to figure out what and more importantly who he was.

"had a bit too much to drink it seems," he pointed out, allowing his smirk to grow by the moment. at least while the other had been inebriated he'd gotten some important information about what he was looking for. and the person that hired him would be relieved to find out it wasn't in idris. he'd just need to leave new york and head to yet another institute in the hopes it was still there. "have to say you've got quite the mouth on you, alec."

@hcredis from here

[penguinpositivity]

@hcredis is yet another amazing alec lightwood & their portrayal is something i enjoy reading. they put their heart & soul into turning out the most painful of replies & yet you can also see they know how to allow their muse to enjoy the softer side of life. they are such a treat to see on my dash & i just want to send them some love & positivity with everything that has been going on in the fandom.

[ravagerchose]

“Someone needs to explain to Alec that there are other colors that exist on the spectrum.”

[heavynlymuses-a-blog]

continued from here with @hcredis

mismatched eyes glance downwards for only a moment before jace breaks out into a smug, satisfactory grin. “you’re not prepared for a fight, even in the shower?” the blonde jokes, brows raised teasingly. it wasn’t the best prank he’s ever orchestrated on his parabatai, but he’d been feeling overly mischievous in the moment and the tall, brunette just happened to catch the end of it. 

quick hands dart past alec to grab his shampoo bottle and then jump away from the shower, waving it around. “i’ll be taking this as my prize for getting the jump on you,” he decides, hoping that alec hadn’t had time to use it yet, so it would be extra annoying of him to steal.

moving back towards the door, jace quickly says; “don’t be so shy, alec. you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about,” before darting out the door, laughing with an almost childlike glee.

[harbingerofdebauchery]

allowing alexander to sleep in his loft had been a bad idea. one of his worst if he were honest with himself. he'd seen just how drunk his former boyfriend had been and knew that in that state anyone would readily take advantage of that. he also remembered their rather strange conversation and the feelings that it seemed to bring back to the surface. and while his heart still hurt, he couldn't let something like that happen to alexander. hence why he'd portalled them both to his loft and why he immediately put the other into his bed. something else magnus was certain he'd come to regret; having his former boyfriend in his bed. he'd spent most of the night working on something for a client and when he finally felt sleep start to creep up on him, he thought he would sleep on the couch. the first time alexander slept in his loft it had been him on the couch while he slept in his own bed. now that the tables were turned he wondered if maybe the couch wasn't the best place for him. he'd tried that, of course; tossing and turning unable to truly sleep. a part of him knew that it was because alexander was in his bed and his heart ached to reach out and join him. doing so would mean breaking his heart all over again but at least he'd be able to enjoy one more night with the nephilim before they both returned to the life of being single.

rolling off the couch, he quietly padded into his bedroom. pausing at the door he watched as the other slept and knew that if he dared join him it would be the biggest mistake he'd make or the two of them. except the longer he stood there the more his heart ached and the more his fingers itched to touch the other once again. sighing, he moved over to his bed and quietly slipped under the covers. magnus didn't bother to turn his back to alexander, instead he laid there and watched the rhythmic way his chest rose and fell as he slept. it reminded him far too much of those nights when they would share this bed and closing his eyes, he didn't want to think about those nights. he hadn't fallen asleep when he felt the bed move again and not long after that he felt the arm around his waist pulling him closer. if he didn't know any better he would've thought alexander was awake. except if he was why would he pull him closer in? things between them weren't exactly civil. maybe all of this was his subconscious reminding him of what they once had. it might not have been but either way for a long moment he was enjoying being this close again. "i've missed you, too, alexander." was all he'd whisper before closing his eyes and attempting to get some sleep before reality came crashing down.

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