I Come With Knives

Jace | 24 | Dance Instructor Hedge Witch They/Them I didn’t know I was lonely 'til I saw your face. Didn't know I was broken 'til I wanted to change

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beyondpunk·:

jace was right. “call nine-one-one right now.” out of his pockets, he withdrew a fistful of crumpled napkins. “stick these in your ears. you have to go find gabe. i got this.” he kissed their temple. he whispered in their ear. “eu te amo.” with that he was gone, carving a way through the crowd, doing his best not to hurt any innocents. he found the microphone again, trodding over someone’s limp form. he looked down. it was the dj. his throat bleed profusely. tae had to stand in the puddle of his blood to reach the controls. he screeched into the microphone. the whole room winced from the sound. he couldn’t see shay. he found jace, his face grave. he began to sing. his voice warbled with emotion. he tried to get it together. it wouldn’t work if he didn’t feel it. truthfully, he was rusty. he hadn’t used his siren magic in decades, and he’d never tried to enchant so many people at once. slowly, the crowd’s movement became sluggish. everyone turned to face him. he could see their eyes glazing over as his magic took hold. he instructed all the vampires to come to the front of the room to gaze upon him in all his siren loveliness. the rest, he instructed to stay back. tae could perform for hours at a time. if he stayed focused, they’d be able to keep the vampires enthralled until help arrived.

They smiled at him, and their eyes flashed gold. “We got this,” they told him right before he took off for the booth again. Jace turned and wadded up one of the napkins, stuffing it into one ear. With their free hand, they pulled out their phone and hurried to the bathroom to make their call. They fought their way through and met Gabe there, quickly filling him in on what was about to happen. 

“Great,” he said, wiping sweat and blood from his brow with his forearm. He looked exhausted. “And the police aren’t answering?”

Jace, who still had their cell pressed to their ear, shook their head worriedly. “They’re probably overrun with distress calls.” Gabe’s attention went to the hall, his eyes a little distant. Tae had started to sing, but they were too far away to be totally affected. Jace put their other makeshift earplug in. “Hey, asshole,” they banged the crowbar against the wall and Gabe snapped out of it. “Eyes up! Have you seen Shay?” 

Gabe shook his head, eyes widening, “She’s not with you?”

She was in the crowd. She had been hiding under one of the tables near the dancefloor, only now she was glassy eyed and pressed to the far wall with all the other innocents, helplessly watching the vampires lumber toward Tae.

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beyondpunk‌:

well, shit. he saw jace open the doors. he wanted to go with them, but he couldn’t turn his back on the vampires outside, even though most had backed off to find easier pray. well, now was as good a time as any to find out if his siren song worked. he shook the frightening siren visage from his face. tae took a deep breath. he began to sing. the haunting melody froze the vampires in place. it lured them in close, tae’s words instructing them. holy shit it works. game changer. hopefully nothing would shock them out of the spell before they followed through on his instructions. the group wandered off, piling into a near by storage closet. once in, he shut the door. he’d have only a few moments before the spell wore off, so he worked quickly. he picked up a lead pipe, then slipped it through the handles. 

the vampires screeched from inside, throwing themselves against the door, sending him staggering forward. he gripped both ends of the pipe. veins throbbed in his arms as he twisted the pipe into a knot. with that settled, tae ran back to the warehouse. it was so much worse than he thought. some of the vampires in the party had turned. others were coming in through the back door. “jace!” he cried. “i’m going to the mic!” he rushed to the dj’s table. the dj was long gone, but music still played off his laptop. tae cut the music, whipping out the microphone. he hesitated. if he sang here, everyone was at risk. “shit.” he swore, putting the microphone down. a vampire came at him. without a second thought, he smashed them with the bat. he spotted jace in the crowd. he lept over the table, bounding to them in a few leaps. “good news! my song works on vampires. bad news, it works on everyone. what do we do? we gotta stop all of them in here. god, where the fuck is the sun when you need it.”

Jace found Tae’s siren form terrifying and beautiful like he was straight out of one of the many horror musicals they’d loved growing up. A beast fitting of Little Shop of Horrors. more than once, Jace had joked that if they ever turned to a screamo band, he could be their mascot.

Nothing about him or his powers scared them, and so the plan was a no-brainer. “Sing!” they urged. They were in the thick of the crowd now, that Jace was trying to organize into a retreat, but they had no exit point. The vampires were pouring in from all sides. “Sing! Tell us all to freeze and lie on the floor until help comes. Tell us to sleep if you have to.” They yanked him toward them as he was almost flattened by somebody panicked nearly flattened him. Jace turned and set their pursuer’s shirt on fire, their hand outstretched. “You have to find Shay! Gabe’s holed up by the bathrooms protecting a bunch of humans, get to him too.” They took his hand and started to run back to the dj booth. Jacelyn shivered; falling under the song’s spell would feel strange. A mix of vaguely painful, and cold, and dark that leaves you weak and needy after-- Tae had never done this to them, but they had dealt with sirens before. But that was better than the alternative. The fighting had to stop, their friends needed to get out, and they needed to find out what was happening.

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beyondpunk‌:

the words frightened him. “i love you, too, but i’m—” he crumpled a vampire’s face under his fist. “i’m only saying that because it’s true, not because of anything else.” this was the deadliest encounter of his life, but he refused to consider any possibility where they wouldn’t win. tae didn’t think they’d need the spells, but he was quickly proven wrong. there were a lot more of them than he thought there’d be. there was something erratic about their behavior that made him think they were under some influence. the vampires struck at them wildly, as vicious as they were fast. tae began ripping out throats with one hand and swinging his bat with the other. his siren strength crushed bones, a man leapt on his back. ice began to climb up his arms, but it didn’t stop him from rearing to bite tae’s neck. a burst of electricity fried the vampire, frozen hands cracking apart. tae’s one handsome face had now been pulled into a wide, eerie grin full of razor sharp teeth. 

Jace found a hollow laugh in the bottom of their gut. “Your incredible sense of denial only makes me love you even more,” they said, as if that were possible. They swung with the crowbar he had given them and beamed an oncoming vamp so hard that they crashed to the floor, unconsious and immobile. “Set me up!” they shouted, and they came down hard on another vamp that thrashed in Tae’s claws as he obediently swung them around. A ripple of screams and the sounds of more shattering glass echoed from the warehouse. Jace ran for the door. “I got it!” they said, but as they wrenched open the doors, they realized they most certainly did not have it.

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beyondpunk‌:

tae nodded. a wicked grin spread across his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “you know i’m always down to kick some teeth in.” it was certainly true, but this was quite different from his usual back alley scrap. he’d never fought a vampire, and this wasn’t just a fight. they were fighting for their lives and the lives of everyone in the warehouse, most importantly shay and gabe. not a single undead motherfucker was getting past him.

“check out the brains on brad!” he jeered. “those are some five dollar words, huh?” he nudged jace with his elbow, sneering at the vampires. “sorry you guys missed out on your twilight auditions.”

the vampires snarled and yowled. “we’ll rip you apart!”

“i’d like to see you try!” tae shouted back, his apparent eagerness on display. she lept at him, closely followed by another, then another. with one careful windup, he swung for the fences. the electrified bat smashed the vampire’s jaw, sending her teeth tinkering to the asphalt.

Jace had fought a vampire before but that was just one, and he had been quite blood-drunk, so it wasn’t even much of a fight. This would be different. Plus, Tae was here, and though he didn’t need their protecting, Jace would fret for him anyway. Their teeth were bared. They dedicated themself to casting a sleuth of buffs on them both, their hands moving quickly and erradically. Armor of Tuatha made them both shine blue for a moment and instilled them with a little extra strength, and a temporary shield that would inflict cold damage to the first enemy to touch them. Death Ward, which was a spell that would grant them a short second wind if they were close to dying. Jace was hopeful Protection from Poison would stop a vampire’s venom from turning them so they cast that too.

There wasn’t time for more, because the vamps were finally upon them. The one in front with the shattered chin spat viciously on the ground, but the gathering of others were undeterred. A body scrambled over the fence and careened into Tae. The armor spell went to work and ice started to surge up its arms.The vampire screamed as the ice fell away, taking bits of both arms with it. Jace kicked the monster in the chest and it staggered away, still screaming and waving its new stumps in the air. 

Now that they were closer, the gravity of the situation had hit them. The flurry of fangs nashing against the gate as more clambored over were terrifying-- there was a whole nest of them, gunning for civilians. Finally, Jace really started to feel afraid. “I love you,” they said shakily to Tae, exchanging a meaninfgul look. They lobbed a fireball at the fence and took several steps back.

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beyondpunk‌:

tae squinted a the screen. his blood ran cold. “no,” he replied, darkly. “fuck.” he glanced at the figures coming towards them, then at the warehouse doors. his mind raced, working quickly. often, especially since they’d begun playing larger venues, he’d thought a lot about what they would do if someone tried to turn one of their shows into another statistic. he’d expose himself as a siren if it meant saving his audience, friends, and crew. “what do we do? you think one got inside? if they’re coming for us, i don’t wanna just barricade us all in there and wait for them to bust in.” it was just a warehouse, all it had going for it defensive were windows thirty feet off the ground, and deadbolts on the doors. that wouldn’t stop rampaging vampires for long. he thought of mads and lyra, and all the other people inside. he was responsible for them. he had to protect them. he grasped jace by the shoulders. “i have to get something inside. i’ll be right back.” tae darted inside. after a long moment, he returned, his brow dotted with beads of sweat. he carried his trusty steel bat, the one he’d begun taking everywhere for the last seven years. “i warned the crowd. told them to stay inside and lock the doors.” he handed jace a crowbar. “brought a spare.” tae wore an uncharacteristically dark expression, painfully serious, eyes alight with a flame wholly unlike his usual spark. as far as he knew, his siren song might not work on vampires. the bat crackled with electricity. at least he still had that.

Jace’s priorities were more selfish than Tae’s. They’d wait until the last possible second to reveal to a stranger that they were magical. They would blow their cover for a short list of people, but Tae was on that list. So was their sister and Gabe, both of whom were inside the warehouse. It seemed it a fight was inevitable, they’d have no choice. And what then? What would happen after? “We should go talk to them,” they suggested seriously, “And if they mean us harm, we blow them to kingdom come.” A fire was born in the palm of one of their hands. They held it out and sent it forward to illuminate the newcomers. They were all dressed in black, and the appearance of magic didn’t seem to slow their approach. When Tae left, they started forward, anxious but resolute. They took the crowbar when he handed it to them and marched over towards the ominous figures. “Not to be that guy or anything but this throw-down is invite-only.” They twirled the crowbar once. 

The closest figure, a tall grey-faced woman, lowered her hood and bore her fangs. “You thought you were exempt from the culling? How naive.”

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beyondpunk‌:

with jace kissing on him like that, he forgot about the distressed young man. reluctantly, he tore his gaze from jace to the person racing down the street. “he left his phone. who does that?” he went over to the phone, picking it up. “if he doesn’t come back for it, we can sell it,” he shrugged. “oh, he didn’t hang up.” the phone was still in the middle of a call. whoever had the other end was awfully loud. he listened for a moment. “what is that? it’s so loud? is it someone at another party or what?” the more he listened, the less it sounded like a party. “jace— jace that’s screaming. check your phone, check the news.”

tae looked out into the night. the guy who’d run away was no longer visible. but, now he realized, the party behind him was not the only thing he heard all night.

Jace’s expression went from distant interest to alert. At Tae’s suggestion, the got their own phone out and went to chrome. “What am I looking for?” they asked, but before he could answer, Jace got a text. They swiped down for their history to find that they had several texts from friends they knew that had gone to the gala. Texts like the bathroom on the fifth floor is clear and safe if you’re here then meet me and I can’t get outside, they’ve blocked the windows. Who’s they? Jace texted back and exited to chrome again. They googled the gala’s venue. Everything was normal on their official website, but when they backed out to the live feeds, they were all down. One article ominously titled Vampires, Run stood out. When they clicked on it, they found it was on a local’s personal blog. It was only a sentence, tagged with the venue. Help us, the police aren’t on their way. Jace turned the phone so that Tae could see. When they looked up, they saw figures in the distance-- a cluster of them. They nodded. “Are we expecting any more people?” they asked, starting to feel anxious. Underneath the pulsing music, the sound of breaking glass from inside made the witch jump. “Heard that?”

[beyondpunk]

@jace-lamonte

tae’s anti-ball warehouse rave was a total hit. those who came were having a blast, enjoying the freedom of not having to wear anything formal, drinking whatever they wanted, imbibing whatever, without the judgmental gaze of any old founders. needing to catch a breath of air that wasn’t filled with the various smokes of various herbs, he headed outside. he wasn’t the only one who’d had the idea. along the wall of the warehouse were a couple of folks making out, and another young man talking on the phone. he seemed a little panicked. tae hoped distantly everything was fine. the door opened behind him again as jace walked through. he beamed. “hey babe. do i know how to throw a party, or do i know how to throw a party?

[jace-lamonte-blog]

jace radiated magic with how many enchantments they’d worked in the past six hours. as co-host they were in charge of decorating the venue, which meant they needed lights, floating speakers, giggle water-- the works! the two of them had pulled out all the stops for this one. jace was still vibrating a little from all the adrenaline casting imbued them with. added with the booze, they were feeling right as rain about now.  “you throw a great party,” they admitted, hands in the air, “and you know how much I hate agreeing with you.” jace cupped his face in one of their hands and went on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek. “muah! you’ve created a masterpiece! you’ve made this boring town of assholes a little less boring.” 

the boy that was on the phone had slid down the warehouse wall. a moment later, he jumped to his feet, dropped his phone, and ran to the sidewalk. jace detached themself from tae’s side to scrutinize the boy as he sprinted away. “huh....wonder what that was about.”

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Pompeii (Cinematic Version) - Bastille (accompanied by a twenty-piece string orchestra) (x)

HIS VOICE. WHAT IS HAPPENING.

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kyungwonpls‌:

kyung won listened intently. they were a very good listener. it was one of the few things about themself they were proud of. “ooh, i see. wait— taeler is coming?” kyung won was a jace-stan through and through, but hearing that the rest of the band was coming to town excited them. well, at least one more part of the band was coming. surely, the rest would follow, and then they could see them perform live. they’d yet to see the band live. kyung won came close, once, when they came to seattle. unfortunately, extenuating circumstances had prevented them from going. “well, in the meantime, i’d love to help you find some place nice? maybe? i haven’t been here very long myself, but, y’know… if you need it?”

Jace, whose hair was long, but not long enough for a proper hair flip, flipped their hair anyway. “He couldn’t stay away,” they said mock showily. “I told him I was just here until my sister got bored of this place, but it’s been almost a month? He misses me, because,” they gestured at themself encompassingly, “of course he does.” Tae was the real star. These meet and greets would be so much easier and more fun with him to shoulder all that hero worship junk. “You’re so sweet,” they said, dropping the facade and beaming at Kyung won again. “I wouldn’t want to take advantage. I won’t hold it against you if, like, you’re too busy to tutor me or help me find a house. Those are both so... time-consuming. What’ve you got going on besides being Mother Teresa?”

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bjgdickrick‌:

rick wasn’t the biggest fan of the genre, so the rest of the narnia talk went clear over his head. he’d honestly forgotten the kid’s name was even edmund. rick didn’t need telling twice. he killed joint, then tossed the roach in a near by trash can. “oh, shit, the gorillaz have a new album out? fuck yeah, i gotta check it out. especially if my man jack black is in it. tenacious d!” he whooped, cupping his hands around his mouth (as if he really needed to be louder.) “it sounds like it’ll make me mad homesick,” he chuckled. 

“Bruh,” Jace said, and they weren’t one to dole out ‘bruh’s lightly, “You have to listen to it, the whole thing’s on Spotify. Snoop Dogg is in it, Mavis Staples I think, and George Benson. It’s a gift, and we as a species don’t even really deserve the Gorillaz, honestly. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.” They appreciated the fact that they could still gush to strangers about music and they wouldn’t recognize them as a celebrity. Maybe he’d see their picture in a month and go ‘shit, I’ve smoked a blunt with that guy,’ and that was good enough.

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beyondpunk‌:

“sounds like a plan,” he tried to say through his laughter. tae squeezed them closer as they kissed. it was brief, but he felt the echoes of it all the way through his core. his hand slid over theirs, fingers intertwining. “but i’d get tired running waaay before you would,” he pointed out, standing up. “how exhausting for you could it really be if you had to keep coming back to check on my and my dumb land-legs?” he grinned, bending slightly to kiss their forehead. “don’t worry, eu vou cansar você.” he winked. “c’mon, let’s get all our shit together so we can head to the docks. i want every fish in there to know we’re coming.”

“I love your dumb land legs,” they said, “it’s very Bambi-takes-his-first-steps, I find your clumsiness so endearing. Your falls are always vine-worthy. Besides, comparatively, I look even more graceful, so it’s nothing but upsides for me.” They were both standing and embracing each other so the next logical step to take was to kiss him again. They were smug from teasing him, although the way they teased nowadays was always at least half complimentary. Tae had the witch’s fiery heart in the palm of his hand.

They wiggled away from him and started to collect things they might need in order to have a good time at the docks; the vape pen, the tablet, underwear they could swim in, etc.

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mourning-hannah‌:

When Jace said it could be miles her frown only deepend.  Everything felt hopeless again.  She watched with amazement and confusion as they poured the liquid on the mirror.  Hannah was at a loss for how any of this could help, but she would try her best.  The ghost thought of her sweet little Ash, her Ashlyn.  Her light blonde hair, pale blue eyes.  She looked like her bother, except her nose.  Her nose was very much her father’s.  Hannah thought back to the little birthmark she had on the back of her knee, and how she would giggle every time her mother kissed it.  A bittersweet warmth spread in the ghost’s heart as she thought of her daughter.  My how she missed her.

All the thoughts surfacing in Hannah’s mind and heart made the magic of the mirror stir. The veneer that came from the potion was swirling unnaturally, forming shapes and shadows, turning a deep, bruised blue. A face swam out of it all. It was still the early morning, so Jace wasn’t surprised that the figure in the mirror was asleep. Sweet and innocent and young. Her chest had the rise and fall of a heartbeat. She was clean and clothed and under a swath of comfortable looking blankets. Safe, and seemingly content; Jace looked to Hannah for confirmation that this was her Ash. They searched for her relief. Jace so wanted to give her at least that. “Is that Ash?”

[xxmaggie-fowlerxx]

“Work has been crazy. Also I’ve been a hermit. I’m really sorry, honestly I’ve just been feeling off.”

[jace-lamonte-blog]

“Aww, what’s up, moonbeam?” Jace said tonelessly, picking their nails. They cared, but they had a reputation to uphold.

[elliot-adler-blog]

Elliot was beyond bored. There was only oh so many times he could play fetch or run a laser over the wall before he grew sick of it and he’d officially reached the end of his rope. Heaving himself up and off the couch, he gathered a small bag of things and grabbed his guitar case. Leashing Simmons, he headed out the door with the excited dog by his side. He made his way to the small park he’d found and plopped himself down at the base of a great oak tree. Unclipping the lead from the collar, Simmons started to chase a dragonfly, darting back and forth. Pulling the guitar from its bed, he hesitated before beginning to pluck at the strings. “Babe, there’s something tragic about you, something so magic about you. Don’t you agree? Babe, there’s something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you. Get closer to me. No tight side, no rolling eyes, no irony, No ‘who cares’, no vacant stares, no time for me. Honey you’re familiar like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits prison, chivalry fell on it’s sword. Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door-” He cut himself off as he realized someone was looking at him, his eyes having involuntarily slipped shut as he played. “Sorry, was I too loud?”

[jace-lamonte-blog]

Jace was a great lover and appreciator of all music. Even, like, country and opera and EDM, they fucked with all of it. Because of this, they had a penchant of stopping for street performers or hobbyist players. They were like that once, before their band got serious and started gaining notoriety-- they would play for hours in parks and outside coffee houses with their case open, pandering for change. This guy looked more like a hobbyist than a performer though, since he had his case closed at his side. “Nah, man, you could stand to be louder. Don’t mind me, I was enjoying the show,” they said evenly. A large dalmation whizzed passed them, pelting towards Simmons, skidding to a halt when he was close enough to smell his butt. “Nico,” Jace said, snapping their fingers. The dalmation shuffled a few paces away and sat obediently. “What song was that? You don’t mind an audience, do you?”

[oftheatkins-blog]

“So, I have two werewolves living with me now. That means double the food, double the laundry… at least I’m a great friend.” Elijah turned to have his go in the line to get coffee before he went to work. “How do you deal with it anyway, I’m trying my best but I can’t seem to get him off the couch. What would you do?” He asked the person in the line with him.

[jace-lamonte-blog]

“I live with my sister and the love of my life, so it’s not... a problem for me. Plus when I was growing up it was always four or five to a room, you know what I mean? Just be patient, expect to be disappointed, don’t let your house run out of toilet paper-- God, listen to how well adjusted I am.” Jace had followed Elijah from the station to the coffee house for his break.