divine r a g e

That is what desire is. The need for what we can't have.

[devilwrapped]

                                         A  SINGLE  SMILE,  &&  SHE  is  gone,  maladroit  g i r l  falling  farther  into  the  abyss.  he  SMILES  &&  he  is  her  god,  her  LORD,  her  master.  she  would  do  anything  for  that  SMILE  she  had  fallen  so  in  love  with.  FINGERS  entwine,  girl  &&  devil,  hades  &&  persephone,  &&  she  lets  him  TAKE  her.  each  step  is  dainty,  soft  FOOTFALLS  as  she  plods,  barefooted,  into  the  sun.       ‘      i  like  JOAN,  for  a  baby  girl.      ‘      a  hum  trails,  gentle  MELODY  born  upwards  as  they  walk,  BLADES  of  grass  tickling  her  skin,  flowers  SHIFTING  in  her  wake.      ‘     what  do  YOU  think  ?      ‘

[dressedlies-blog]

                                        he’s watching her follow after him, twines their fingers and gives them a gentle squeeze before then holding the door open for her. showing her outside he steps into the sunlight and pauses, tilting his head up towards the sun as if this is the first time he’s seen it in ages. taking in a deep breath he shivers before then glancing at her as she speaks. “Joan, as in the heroine of France? Fitting, surely,” there is a pause as he considers it. “though not as classic.” he thinks about it. “Jonathan, for a son, I think. It would match Joan well.”

[devilwrapped]

                                       HOPE  SPARKS,  BRIGHT  &&  WINGED  thing  a f l u t t e r  in  her  breast.  it  raises,  that  FLICKER  of  the  man  she  knew,  love’s  w a r m t h  stoking  the  embers  of  what  ONCE  had  been  raging  inferno.  smile  FLITS  across  rosen  lips,  honeyed  breath  exhaled  in  pure  DELIGHT.      ‘      i  think  we  both  would.      ‘      dainty  LIMB,  arm  moves  out,  slender  f i n g e r s  wrapping  around  the  pale  skin  of  his  wrist.  she  LEADS  him  towards  her,  pressing  palm  to  flat  stomach,  only  BEGINNINGS  of  new  life  hidden  within.  maybe  this  baby  will  be  a  BLESSING.  maybe  this  child  will  bring  him  BACK  to  her.

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                                      watching her he allows her to take his wrist, something he wouldn’t have done normally. he had become rather cold to the idea of being affectionate without the blood in his veins, almost as if he hated such ideas when in truth that wasn’t the case. it was jocelyn he would give the world to, was attempting to give the world to, and now feeling her stomach he couldn’t help but smile at that. he couldn’t stop smiling no matter what, instead leaning in to kiss her deeply. “Mmm, then let’s go,” he takes her hand as he leads her through the house and out to their gardens, “what should we name our baby?”

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xD

             “I don’t speak werewolf, but I’ll try. bark bark...bark? I do hope you understood that.”

@loyaldeath

[devilwrapped]

                                            BLOOD  RUNS  COLD,  SHUDDER  running  down  the  l e n g t h  of  lissome  spine.  silly  girl,  she  is  NOT  all  love  songs  &&  silk,  mind  STOPPING  the  heart  as  it  leaps,  bidding  her  drawn  closer  to  his  g r a s p .  he  is  not  who  he  once  WAS,  but  oh  how  p l e a s a n t  it  might  be  to  pretend       if  ONLY  love  were  so  simple.      ‘      it  was  ONLY  a  dizzy  spell.      ‘      voice  soft,  demure,  she  PLAYS  the  obedient  w i f e ,  the  LOVELY  ROSE  hiding  her  THORNS.      ‘      i  promise  you,  i’m  ALRIGHT.      ‘

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                                                  this is not usual, not the normal that has become their life; the truth is that their normal is screaming, spending time away from one another, a happy marriage on the surface and far worse beneath. yet right now he watches her, placing a hand on her face, cupping it as if a gentle babe. he knows that jocelyn is strong, it’s one of the reason why he had been so attracted to her in the first place, but now he shows compassion. “Would you like to go to the gardens? Do you think our baby would like that?” it’s soft, a desire to be outside with the wind blowing through platinum hair, resting his head in her lap and having a moment of peace.

[dressedlies-blog]

but i has Dark eyes,, ://///

                 “so do many other children, are you going to expect them to be your siblings or....?”

@dangerovspassion

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                    “are you certain you should be out of bed, my love?” the words are soft, taking his wife’s face and stroking it gently. “if you needed anything you should have said something.”

@devilwrapped

[dressedlies-blog]

father ????????????

                   “...I believe I only have one daughter, and you’re certainly not here.”

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whoops hello

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I didn’t forget about this blog life just got in the way.

I’mma get this place active again I swear.

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pal, my buddy, my bro, my parabatai, my amigo,

               “I’m sorry, I don’t know WHO think you are. You wear the face of someone I once knew very very well. Sadly, though, my parabatai is dead.”

[canadaintheraw-deactivated20140]

send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I'll explain if it's true or not.

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This is a friendly reminder that Valentine is a racist man. no it is not about the color of your skin but the species that you are - but especially werewolves due to the fact that they murdered his father.

If you are a shadowhunter you have nothing to worry about, he’ll be pleasant enough to your face, especially in my main timeline where it is Circle Era and he IS still gaining power as far as a leader goes.

If you are a downworlder it also depends on the timeline and the situation on how he will react but it will never be kind. That doesn’t mean he’s going to be outright violent at you, but he does consider downworlders the filth of the earth.

Please do not take this out of character as I do not think anything Valentine does is correct in anyway. It simply is part of his character and I honestly cannot avoid it as part of his development as the death of his father at the hands of werewolves is what began his downfall.

[belovedisaboe-deactivated202312]

Luke still caring about Valentine even though he doesn’t deserve it at all

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erchommai replied to your post:Valentine’s violence kink is going to be the death...

like father like son

....these are things we don’t talk about.

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Valentine’s violence kink is going to be the death of me I can already feel it.

[devilwrapped]

                                      A  SOFT  KISS,      A   sweet  word,      &&      this  is  all  it  takes  to   c a p t u r e   her,     KORE  ENRAPTURED  in  the  grip  of  her  pluto.          in  she  leans,      giving  of  HERSELF  to  his  monstrous  appetite,      FEEDING  the  beast  within      &&      all  the  while  believing  him  tamed  by  her  hand.          this,      her  tragic  flaw,      divinely  inspired          :          her  UNWAVERING  love  of  him.          HE  !          she  venerates.          HE  !          she  adores.          blind  to  all  else,      &&      yet  she  BELIEVES  herself  to  walk  in  heaven’s  light.               ‘     without  FAIL,      then.           or  would  you  worry  you  might   s p o i l   me  ?     ‘          a  knowing  gaze,      GOOD  NATURED      &&      light.          he  is  her  KING  !          &&      her,      his  most  devoted  queen.          fingers  trail  down  the  curve  of  his  cheek,      SCRATCHING  the  path  of  his  jaw  idly  before  she  laughs,      leaning  FORWARD  in  the  sunlight  to  press  a  blushing  FACE  to  his  shoulder.          ‘   i   like   you   like   this,       you  know.            you   should   set   ASIDE   your   work   more   often,      find   some   r e a s o n   every  now  and  then  to  make  LIFE  worth  the  living  of  it.     ‘ 

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                                      he is ALIVE with her energy flowing through him, he is enamored more than he had before. his father would tell him that this is not how a soldier acts, but his father has fallen to downworlders. his father does not have a say in what he does or who he spends his time with - his father has crafted him in a light, yes, but that light has been ascended past. the soldier valentine was born to become is long forgotten, a god in the making in his place. and this woman beside him? his goddess. this is a woman that his father would approve of and that is what matters. there is a soft laughter against her lips and he nods slowly, “without fail. if giving you the world as you deserve it is spoiling you then so be it,” the words are as smooth as silk as he says them, and he truly does mean them. Jocelyn will have her own queendom and Valentine will be her loyal servant if she would let him. hands fall to around her waist, thumb brushing under the hem of her shirt, touching her soft milk colored skin, though there is tension in his body as he listens to her speak. “I do have a reason to live, my love.”