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[thearchxr]

@skiamache liked for a marvel starter

“I take it pancakes weren’t on the menu at the last place of residence?” The plate skidded in front of the blonde, a freshly made stack hand-made by Alec himself. It was unusual to find another his own age, rarer still to find a living remnant of Hydra that appeared to despise the crazy bastards as much as his parents did. The knife and fork he dropped by the rescued man were plastic, but any half-decent agent was bound to work out an efficient way of weaponizing them. “We’re not them, Jonathan.” 

[johnscnarch]

                                                                she’s   been   up   and   down   the   country   five   times   over   by   now   and,   if   she’s   honest   with   herself,   she’s   not   sure   she   would   have   chosen   new   york   as   the   place   she   stays.   “is   it   TRUE   what   they   say ?”   she   asks,   she   knows   jace   only   vaguely   from   around   the   institute   and   she   hasn’t   had   the   pleasure   of   sparring   or   fighting   with   him   YET   but   it   is   on   her   list   of   things   to   do   before   she   inevitably   leaves   again   “things   are   livelier   in   new   york.   seems   like   you   always   have   something   going   on   down   here.”        / s.c, @skiamache

[seraphbled-blog]

he knows there had been a fight - valentine’s men had found his father’s loft and all of the warlocks that had been hiding within. magnus had told angel to hide with the warlock children, to protect them.  ( angel suspected it was actually because his father didn’t trust his warrior skills. which was fair, given that he’d barely ever been given much training, despite the nephilim blood in his veins. )

          but now that the battle was clearly over and the loft moved, curiosity           about the new voices in the living room is what finally draws him out           from hiding in his bedroom. he’s never really been around other’s of           his kind, so it’s with awe that he looks upon the group of nephilim in           the loft, mismatched eyes sweeping over them one by one, only to           stop and widen upon one in particular.

“dad,” angel calls out, letting his presence be known to the group. “why does  that one have my face?” cue king angel the first pointing a finger at jace. “who are these nephilim?”

@skiamache

[elucet]

@skiamache liked for a starter

she’d gone on a hunt to clear her mind, tracking a demon to some dark and dingy alley in the middle of the night. right as her seraph blade sliced through it and caused the monster to combust, another set of footsteps sounded behind her and she immediately spun around with her sword at the ready. “jace?” her weapon lowered, and though she wasn’t physically threatened she still took a step back. she didn’t know why he was here or if he’d tracked her. she hadn’t seen him since making off with her father and the mortal cup. “i take it alexander and isabelle aren’t far behind?”

[stolenhalf-a]

Corvus could only shake his head at the shadowhunter’s attempt to sit up. “You’re an idiot.” Who tries sitting up after falling several stories? This guy apparently. Jace was lucky that he was nearby to slow down his descent or else things would’ve been really messy. “I’m not sure where your steely went--” Deliberately mispronouncing it. “--must’ve dropped it while doing your little attempt to fly.”

He already sent a text to Magnus but considering the high warlock was stuck in a super secret meeting only for high warlocks, Corvus doubted that he’ll notice the text at first since phones were supposed to be turned off. “Don’t move, I’ll bring you over to my place.” A portal warped into existence behind the taller man and with a flick of his fingers, it moved forward, the alley around them suddenly replaced with the apartment that Corvus currently resides in. 

@skiamache + cont.

[mortalpositivity]

anonymous says:

“i think @skiamache is amazing and wonderful and brilliant and i love their blog and look forwards to always seeing them on my dash.“

[ravagerchose]

↕ + 5'11"

corvus vc: hm, might need a magnifying glass to see this guy.

@skiamache + prompt.

[takeseffort]

AHHH IT"S YOUR BIRTHDAY ?? HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! i hope you have a wonderful day and you get everything you wished for !!

thaaaaank youuuuu

[thearchxr]

@skiamache liked for an episode starter

“Jace, hey!” Catching his parabatai was the last thing on his checklist for the day. Checklist, it made this sound so much more clinical than he wanted it to be. He needed to see Jace, wanted to be the one to break the news. Of all of his family, his brother was the only source of doubt, anxiety for the Shadowhunter. “Alicante was crazy, then I had to see Isabelle, then it-- Sorry I’ve missed you all day.” He pulled his brother into a hug, a little tighter than might have been necessary. “How’ve you been?” 

[immcrtuos-a]

simon, alec, jace

wed, bed, behead - @skiamache

“Alec is the most sensible one, so I’d wed him. I suppose I can’t behead both Simon and Jace… so I’ll bed Simon if I have to.”

[andtragedy-blog]

━━━        after handing jace the glass of orange juice ,  simon gingerly sits down at the foot of his bed ,    nervously fidgeting with the edge of his plaid shirt .         ❝   I’M  GREAT ,   MORE THAN GREAT REALLY  !   i’m absolutely peachy ,  don’t ━   don’t worry about me .   how’s that orange juice ?   i didn’t know if you preferred it with pulp or without ?   this has pulp ,  but i can totally go & get you one without pulp if you don’t like it  ━    ❞        he’s aware he’s babbling ,   it’s a coping mechanism really at this point .    he’s sure the nephilim can forgive a little babbling ,   it has been an eventful night to say the least .     what with almost dying  &  having to drink jace’s blood to survive .   AGAIN .    then having to carry the unconscious nephilim home .        ❝   IT’S NOT LIKE I KEEP DOING IT ON PURPOSE  !   ❞        he starts to protest ,       but really there’s no energy behind it.    simon’s just grateful to be alive at this point .          ❝   ━  anyhoo ,  how’re you feeling ?  ❞        he then asks ,   his voice heavy with guilt ,    almost vulnerable .

@skiamache    +    cont.

[magnvs]

🌹 To give my muse a single red rose ( happy valentine's day from jace )

✧･ﾟ:* VALENTINE’S STARTERS     ╱      SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING.  

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍, 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎.     Quite  naturally ,     it  had  been  enchanted ,     and  one  had  always  needed  to  remember  to  be  swift  as  they  went  about  plucking  the  flowers  from  their  home  amongst  the  bushes ,     lest  the  magic  fought  back     &&     left  unassuming  hands  with  a  rather  thorny  reminder  of  their  mistake                                          but  the  warlock  takes  his  time ,     now ,     careful  fingers  dancing  along  the  length  of  the  long  stem  before  finally  retrieving  it  from  the  Shadowhunter’s  grasp .     Magnus  raises  the  lone  flower  up  to  a  curious  nose ,     inhaling  the  saccharine  scent  of  crimson  petals ,     before  allowing  his  lashes  to  flutter  in  a  flurrry  of  movement  in  his  bid  to  cast  a  sly  look  at  Jace ,     the  molten  gold  of  his  eyes  bright .

          ❝     You  shouldn’t  have ,     ❞          he  says ,     though  there  is  a  noticeable  lack  of  heart  in  his  bid  to  chastise  the  other :     it’s  terribly  cliché ,     but  he’s  glad  that  Jace  had ,     glad  that  he  had  clearly  put  enough  thought  into  the  holiday  to  put  aside  the  time  to  acquire  the  deceptively  simple  gift .     Shoulders  shake  in  a  languorous  fashion  reminiscent  of  the  cat  that  swallowed  the  canary  as  he  leans  in  to  allow  for  a  gentle  brush  of  lips  against  the  corner  of  his  lover’s  mouth ,     and  even  his  following  bid  to  lift  the  flower  to  his  nose  once  more  cannot  quite  hide  his  smile .          ❝     Thank  you ,     Jace .     ❞ 

                                         ↪ @skiamache.

[seraphbled-blog]

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.” @ angel for the twin verse

hands reach out with a gentleness that no nephilim raised shadowhuntercould ever have.  ( magnus let him stay soft and it shows in all he does. )carefully, as if he fears moving too fast - too hard - will break his twin intoa thousand, thousand pieces, angel draws jace against him in a hug.

too much pain and heartache and misery have been his twin’s constantcompanion throughout the years and he feels it himself. since they’rereuniting, its like his very heart beats to the war drums that make up jace’sheartbeat. if he could take his twin’s heartache - even just a little portion -he would.

          “you’re not alone,” angel whispers, voice adamant to this new truth.          “i’ve got you, brother. i promise.”

@skiamache

[elucet]

hAPPY BIRTHDAY !!

THANK YOU SO MUCH! :DDD

[stolenhalf-a]

They finally left him alone, a much-needed respite from the chaos that happened for the last several hours. He was still trying to comprehend it all, after being a captive and test subject for pretty much all of his life, the idea of freedom is a mind-boggling subject.

But for how long?

How long would this last until someone decides that he’s too dangerous? That it’s for the better of everyone that he’s locked up. He’s a freak, an abomination. Corvus saw the look in the nurse’s eyes, comical as it was, when they withdrew his blood for a sample. Heard the whispers from the medical staff and shadowhunters, his blood is blue, they said. Not the normal red, which he only knew because his handlers told him as such, always looking fo a way to remind him that he’s not exactly normal.

Plus there was the wings. Those grew in just over a year ago and he hasn’t quite grasp the art of glamouring them just yet. It was always insisted by his handlers that he learn how to control his powers first, as he was suppose to be a weapon, not human.

Sleep wasn’t coming to the 13 year old, too many thoughts, too much energy and everything was just rather overwhelming for him to handle. Curled up against the headboard of the bed in the medical wing, chin resting on his knees as his arms were wrapped around his legs, Corvus stared at the wall straight across from him. A noise coming from the door nearby alerted the young teen, muscles automatically tensing in a mixture of fear and alarm.

@skiamache + starter in a verse I need to write out.

[goldenmonocle-blog]

@skiamache // s.c.

“exactly how many shadowhunters are there in this city?” he was too used to the london institute, one that had never had too many nephilim living there and he had always known all of them. now, he knew who jace was. it was hard to avoid hearing of a certain group of them, even before he’d arrived in new york. but he still stood by his point. there seemed to be an endless supply of them here. he’d assumed a place like the hunter’s moon would be somewhere they wouldn’t be found but even he could be proved wrong sometimes.