decay and follow me down

mumu blog part of sallowhillshq. lucifer morningstar & jace herondale. written by jamie.

[xkt-rushx-deactivated20210405]

KT his been in town for four years and she still found this place to be kind of strange but that means nothing to her since she his dealt with stuff in the weird being a chef is not easy. “You know life is supposed to be strange and weird or else it would be boring.” she would say to herself.

[sweetsprites]

lucifer smiles, cocking an eyebrow at the girl's bold statement. he loves adventure, he loves the unexpected. what he does not love is the way this town has messed up with him and his powers. perhaps there is such a thing as too strange and too weird. "well, of course. but some things should stay the same. if it works, why mess with it?"

[rosebvdboy-deactivated20250814]

sweetsprites​:

jace wasn’t prepared for the way alec looked at him. like he’d never seen him before. like all the years, the wars fought side by side, the runes drawn on each other’s skin, the vows they once shared, where thou diest, will i die, and there will i be buried… like it meant nothing.

jace stepped back, arms crossed over his chest as if that could protect him from the sudden emptiness. 

“you don’t know me.” it wasn’t a question. this was more the type of stupid joke jace would pull, not alec. alec wouldn’t do this unless he was completely serious about it. had the angels not had enough with taking clary? if they took alec from him too, jace would strike down raziel with his own blade. he’d find a way. clary was his great love, if he thought it was best for him to let her go, he would try. he was strong enough. but alec? alec was half his soul. part of himself.

“we’re friends sometimes. other times i’m pretty sure you just want to punch me in the face, but you don’t do it because… well, look at me. in fact, you had a crush on me for a long time, but really, who can blame you? it was cute, really. slightly incestuous, but we’ve all been there.” he winked. if he acted like everything was fine, maybe everything would be fine. he’d make alec remember him. one way or another… did he remember their sister? his husband? or was it just a cruel punishment for jace? 

he looked away, collecting himself before looking back at alec, serious now. “you’re my brother, my parabatai.” jace lifted his shirt, to show alec the mark that bound them together. “come on, alec. you have to remember this.”

      Cocky. Arrogant. Jock. 

      Those are the words that come to mind as the guy goes on and on. Alec’s eyes are narrowed on him, not sure if he should believe anything that comes out of his mouth. He definitely believes the wanting to punch him in the face part if this is how he always acts. This is another very irritating factor of this amnesia. Alec has to take people’s word when they claim to be someone important in his life. Isabelle was believable because her face had instantly crumbled when he hadn’t recognized her. But even then, a part of him had doubted her and a part of him still does. He doesn’t have anything to go buy.

      The guy winks at him and Alec glares at him. Crush? He thinks of Magnus who, just like he had with Isabelle, believed him when he said he was his husband. What did this guy have in common with his husband? If that were true then Alec has no idea what his type even is

      But then…

      Brothers he says, and then…parabatai. And for a split second there’s something with he word. A millisecond of recognition and then it’s gone just as fast as it came. Everything this dude has said has been confusing, and the only thing that backs his story up are the same runes he and his sister have. Why doesn’t Magnus have them?

      Mr. Cocky over here lifts up his shirt and Alec makes an attempt to pull it back down. ❝ Okay, I actually don’t want to see you with your shirt off-❞ And it’s the rune he’s showing him that stops him in his tracks. His hand goes to his side where he knows is an identical rune. By the angel.

      ❝ Does Isabelle have the same one too? Do we all have the same runes? ❞ Alec lifts his own shirt and runs his fingers on the rune. ❝ I was a part of some cult wasn’t I? Am a part of a cult. I just can’t remember. This is what this all is. Dear God…❞

[sweetsprites]

jace wants to punch something. a wall, or a glass or something hard enough that'll make him bleed. maybe it'll wake him up back into a world where alec looks at him and knows who he is. usually, this look of irritation comes with a touch of fondness. that's exactly how they've always worked. jace annoys alec, alec loves jace anyway. but there's no fondness now, that look that's always directed at strangers alec has no patience for is now directed at jace. it burns him from the inside out.

"pft, everyone wants to see me with my shirt off."

jace catches the brief moment of hesitation. finally something, some kind of sign that his alec is still in there. that jace can get him back. his mouth curls into the smallest hint of a smile.

"no, not really. we all get runes depending on what we need them for. speed, strength..." he shows each of the runes as he names them, trailing off with the cult comment. jace would be lying if he said he'd never thought of the clave as at least a little cult-ish. "well, there is an ancient angel we all worship despite barely anyone even laying eyes on him, there's ritualistic sacrifices every so often and we do have strict rules about our outfits, but... i wouldn't call it a cult."

[sweetsprites]

benjagirl32​:

Clary looked over Jace confused by his actions. So he had been the person watching her this entire time. She had no idea he was acting like such, like he was almost afraid of something. If it wasn’t her she had no idea what it was. She watched him closely trying to pinpoint what was making him like such but there was nothing that had risen to her mind. 

Clary had known the entire shadow world existed and yet she knew there was gaps in her memory but she could’t quite place what wasn’t there so for the most part she had just accepted the fact for that time being. 

“Yeah, that is kind of the point. It’s not like your invisible” she said remembering the first time she had ever seen him. This was just like that moment but also quite different in so many ways. The first time they had met she with Simon after he had preformed and now they stood in a completely different world or it so seemed to be that  way. 

“Of course I know who you are. Your Jace Herondale, a shadowhunter” the female said once again. 

@sweetsprites​

he couldn’t do this. he couldn’t. his lungs struggled to breathe in enough air, and he could feel his hands starting to shake, the slightest bit. no one who wasn’t close to him would notice anything was wrong. on the outside, jace was a rock. hard, impenetrable, the warrior valentine had broken down,b it by bit, until there wasn’t much left. on the inside he was raw, ripped open from the inside out.

“clary...” the word is barely more than a breath. he takes a step forward as if her mere presence is enough to make him move. but he stops, his hands making fists. before slowly, carefully, pulling out a seraph blade. he remembers that night on the ship. the cold wind as valentine tricked jace with clary’s image. he points the blade at her, narrowing his eyes. 

this doesn’t make sense. the last thing he remembers is reading her letter, her goodbye. and now they’re here and she knows him, but alec doesn’t? maybe a demon, jace thinks, though his mind isn’t clear enough to take a guess as to who it could be. maybe it pulled them into a different dimension where it’s all backwards.

“how do i know it’s you? how do i know you’re real?” if it weren’t for the weapon in his hand, jace would appear completely calm, detached. but his grip is white-knuckled, and his eyes can’t stop examining her face, like that’s enough to give him the truth.

[shallowmagics]

​  ​ — •  d. & lucifer morningstar  • —

“No! Come back! We’re not going to-!”

Damien shouted as he tore off after his dog, shoving people out of his way. The dog had rarely just ever abandoned him, especially in this town. Not when the woods practically oozed danger, when everything could be a threat to Damien and therefore a wrench in the whole cosmic plan he had been signed up for long before he had ever been born.

If the dog left, that meant something truly dangerous was just walking around or… someone was dangerously close to finding out who he was. If it was the latter, Damien couldn’t have another death on his conscience. Not when that would lead to more suspicion, more deaths, and… potentially a bump up in the aforementioned cosmic plan.

He eventually caught sight of the dog, sitting prim and proper as anything. Damien finally squeezed past the final person in his way, latching on the collar and leash to yank the dog back to his side away from the next target. With the supernatural strength given to the dog by the fiery pits, it pulled back, staying at the man’s feet. Even going as far as to butt the man’s hand with its head, looking to be pet.

Damien simply stared at the man. This man, who had managed to gain the respect of a hellhound. The dog hadn’t even loved Ann this much and they were in cahoots from the very beginning. There were so many things he wasn’t to ask the man like ‘What?’ and ‘You know that’s a hellhound at your feet, right?’. Instead, what came out was:

“Who the hell are you?”

@sweetsprites for lucifer

[sweetsprites]

lucifer started when the furry creature nudged his hand. he pulled back immediately, worried that whatever had just bumped him would be something far more terrible than a dog. he’d learned now that this town could not be trusted. but he’s pleasantly surprised as his gaze travels down and all he finds is a pup. it's noteworthy that a dog doesn’t react to him. dogs don’t... hate him exactly. but it’s almost like they can feel the truth of his identity.

he turns with a smile,bending down to pet the dog, but before he can do anything the animal ispulled back, quite rudely as well. it isn’t until lucifer looks up that it finally dawns on him. there’s something in the air. a smell, an almost electric weight that prickles his skin. it feels disturbingly familiar. he raises an eyebrow, gaze focused on the newcomer.

“well, aren’t you one smart cookie?” he smiles, reaches down to pat the dog’s head, and the sensation in the air becomes a little more defined. “lucifer morningstar. your pleasure, i’m sure. now, who might you be?”

[sacredivinity]

“All I ever wanted was to be wanted.”

— (via perfectfeelings)

[laurens-german]

Actually, you’re clearly Booth, I’m Bones, obviously.

[billie-bennett-deactivated20210]

Sam is in the clinic because she loved taking care of animals and to get too do it as a job is a dream come true for her but she is getting hungry and need to found a place to eat in this town did anyone know where that is. “I wonder is there any vegan places to eat in this town?” She would ask herself.

[sweetsprites]

the voice is disturbingly familiar, almost somethingo ut of a nightmare. he was waiting for cheese to be done with her check up, he’d never liked needles, but ever since the mountain he could barely stand the sight of them. so when the doctor said they needed to do some blood tests, matt had kissed his dog and excused himself. but it had been no good, now he felt even sicker than he would’ve if he’d stayed inside.

“sam? what the hell?”

[sweetsprites]

lucifer loved the thrill of seeing the face of an old friend. when one’s immortal, and has existed since the very beginning of time, there’s very few things that are constant. very few people that are constant. he likes those who stay around a little longer than the rest, though he doesn’t come across them very often. 

so while it is surprising to see this particular face here in sallow hills, it is less suprising to see her holding a man against the wall. at least the very last thing he’ll ever see is a face that beautiful... or not.

“alright, that’s enough of that, i think.” he steps close, hands in his pockets. “let the poor bastard go, alma. look at him, he needs a change of undies. i’m sure you won’t want any of that to get on such a lovely outfit. come on, let go.”

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[sacredivinity]

   the vampire forcefully threw one of the kusarigama blades against the bark of the tree in front of her, creating a giant slash that penetrated just about halfway. the recent commotion on the outskirts was definitely alma. with her hand on the chain connected to the weapon, she yanked it back into her grip in one swift motion. there were a few trees that looked just like this one. she leaned against one of the untouched trees to allow a few moments to catch her breath. she rose her arm to wipe off the sweat on her forehead. at least the weather tonight had a cool breeze. it definitely helped her body cool off. the stars and moon illuminated the sky just enough to enhance her vision. 

     albeit she could sense someone nearby but couldn’t pinpoint exactly where. her eyes scanned left and right to see if they were in her line of vision. “if you’re feeling like you need a little bit of company, you met me at the perfect time. and could you please smile before someone thinks i threatened you?” she called out with curiosity.

    she was a hitman though so she’s technically a walking threat in general but this was after business hours. she wasn’t trying to be malicious. the trees would beg to differ.

[sweetsprites]

jace was drawn to the commotion, an invisible force pulling him toward the sound of something familiar. he missed the institute, missed waking at strange hours of the night to throw knives, wield swords, jump off the support beams. he missed the way his heart beat in his chest, and his muscles ached, and the way a good training session could wipe every worry from his mind. 

not this, though. not even a horde of khora demons could make him stop thinking about alec — then again... jace filed the khora demons as something to add to his list of possible ways to make alec remember. right under poke him with a stele until he cries (note: remind him what a stele is) and use this opportunity to convince him he’s always been happy to give you foot and back massages because you’re the better-looking, smarter, funnier one in this relationship.

he watches the girl from behind a tree, and he knows with every shadowhunter instinct in him that this is not a mundie. a mundane could never move like that, no matter how well trained. he stepped forward, leaning against the tree, arms and ankles crossed. he wasn’t only looking, he was admiring her, the way every blade hit its target with ease. she’d be a tough one in a battle. jace loved a challenge.

“i’m glad someone’s giving those trees what they deserve. they can be such jerks sometimes. did you know that one over there said my left eye isn’t as beautiful as my right eye? what a jerk.”

[sweetsprites]

deviumsouls​:​

      If he hadn’t heard them call out his name first, Alec wouldn’t have reacted so calmly to being hugged by someone he definitely didn’t know. He knows all of two, technically three, people in this town. And only two of them was he friendly with, and as much as he likes Chloe he doesn’t think she’d just grab him for a hug. They weren’t that friendly yet. However, the familiarity in the strangers voice and in his words tell Alec that they know him very well. And he wishes he could say the same, but nothing about this boy is familiar except for the hug.

      He’s heard of body memory before, and how sometimes with amnesia patients it’s their physical memory that comes back first. And Alec may not remember this boy, but the hug itself hadn’t made him recoil. It just brought a sense of warmth, and something at his side felt like it was tugging at him. 

      He must have looked as lost at he feels, because now the guy is asking him if he’s okay. It takes Alec a second to find his voice. ❝ I’m…fine. ❞ He’s aware that sounded more like a question rather than an affirmation, but that’s not too far from the truth either. Has Alec been okay since he woke up here? No, not at all. Maybe this, this person, is the first step to figuring out exactly who he is.

      ❝ I’m sorry. I think that I’m supposed to know who you are, you clearly know who I am, but…I can’t remember. Are you alright? I don’t know what’s going with this place or why I’m here but if you need help, I’ll- I’ll help. If I can. ❞ A pause and then, ❝ We’re friends? ❞ 

jace wasn’t prepared for the way alec looked at him. like he’d never seen him before. like all the years, the wars fought side by side, the runes drawn on each other’s skin, the vows they once shared, where thou diest, will i die, and there will i be buried... like it meant nothing.

jace stepped back, arms crossed over his chest as if that could protect him from the sudden emptiness. 

“you don’t know me.” it wasn’t a question. this was more the type of stupid joke jace would pull, not alec. alec wouldn’t do this unless he was completely serious about it. had the angels not had enough with taking clary? if they took alec from him too, jace would strike down raziel with his own blade. he’d find a way. clary was his great love, if he thought it was best for him to let her go, he would try. he was strong enough. but alec? alec was half his soul. part of himself.

“we’re friends sometimes. other times i’m pretty sure you just want to punch me in the face, but you don’t do it because... well, look at me. in fact, you had a crush on me for a long time, but really, who can blame you? it was cute, really. slightly incestuous, but we’ve all been there.” he winked. if he acted like everything was fine, maybe everything would be fine. he’d make alec remember him. one way or another... did he remember their sister? his husband? or was it just a cruel punishment for jace? 

he looked away, collecting himself before looking back at alec, serious now. “you’re my brother, my parabatai.” jace lifted his shirt, to show alec the mark that bound them together. “come on, alec. you have to remember this.”

[meliorn]

Boop, boop.

[sweetsprites]

“ouch,” jace winced as izzy dabbed something on his forehead. he had asked for an iratze, but had somehow ended up sitting on a chair while izzy cleaned him up and dealt with his wounds as if he were a mundane.  i think it would do you good to feel the pain. he remembered alec saying once when they were in idris. you can heal like a mundane. slow and ugly. maybe you’ll learn something.

jace had not learned anything except that mundane healing led to sexy, sexy scars. girls liked scars. scars made him look rugged and tough and even more like a bad boy than he already did. of course, he could’ve drawn his own healing rune, but he’d always liked it better when the lightwoods did it. he would’e gone to alec, but... jace didn’t want to think about him.

“you just wanted an excuse too look at my face for an extended period of time. you should know by now izzy, all you have to do is ask. you don’t have to play at being a mundie doctor for that. even if it is an exceptionally beautiful face.”

closed starter for @sacredivinity​

[sweetsprites]

wickedpotions​:

                                 ― ◊ ◊ ◊ ―

HE shook his head,  a smile gracing his lips.  ❝trust me,  i don’t sell myself short.   just don’t have anything to offer that hasn’t been given to someone else.❞   he had no idea where poe was,  hell what he even wasto poe.   but whatever it was,  he’d given his everything to it.

he looked around,  spotting an open booth and heading towards it.   he hesitated for a moment before sliding into the side with his back towards the door.  he didn’t like it,  but he knew some people needed to watch the door (like rey).   he drummed on the table until matt came back.  

❝i have a hard time you’re not interesting yourself,❞  he said.  ❝what do you do?  where are you from?❞

“yeah, i get that.” he did, in a way. he’d tried his best, at least. his last relationship had been doomed from the start. he tried to love her in the way she wanted to be loved. and he knew she had tried as well, even if it didn’t always seem like she did. but he knew what it was like to give all od you to someone. he just wished that someone had wanted what he had to give. “i still think whoever that someone else is, is a lucky person.”

he made a ittle small talk with his co-worker as he waited for their coffee and told her he’d see her tomorrow before walking a way to find finn. he sat down with a small grunt, but he smiled as he handed finn one of the cups, the irght one this time. “well, you know there’s not that much to say. used to be the star jock with a big head and now i’m not.” he shrugged. as much as he loved football, he knew he wouldn’t be bale to get back to that life even if he’d been able to. “i work here, actually. today’s my day off. i know it’s weird to come here when i don’t have to, but i like sticking to what’s familiar, you know?”

“i’m from california. what about you? are you from around here?”

[sweetsprites]

shallowmagics​:

Oh finally. Rhiannon felt a little bit of that “human” veneer fall away upon seeing one of her employees. Hard workers, the both of them. There was no need to be charmingly human around them, like she needed to with customers. If it was just her and Varen or Nana, she could let her more… cosmetic glamour drop. The little things that pushed Rhiannon towards the more questionable side of the uncanny valley that she usually kept hidden. The clear way that magick instead of human blood ran through her veins, the length of her teeth, the way her eyes screamed of a supernatural parentage. All the little things that made Rhiannon other. They knew enough not to breathe a word to her.

Or at least, she thought they did. She paid her two employees well enough to account for silence at any oddities they might encounter as a hazard of working there.

She ducked behind the large front counter, rummaging along one of the shelves until her hand fell upon cool, dark leather. Bringing it up with a flourish, she set it back down on the counter.

“This one, right? If you had any pens though, you’ll have to find those yourself,” she patted the sketchbook softly. So much energy in those pages, it almost made her giddy.

“Some customer had tried to take it from the shelves,” she mused, returning to her original task of hanging up necklaces. “Thought it was free because it didn’t have a price tag, tried to argue with me- in my own shop- about how prices supposedly work.”

Rhiannon turned to Varen, a too-sharp grin forming. “Don’t worry, he didn’t look in it. But if you do hear blood curdling screams at around 3:33 am tonight, pay them no mind. He was rude, he deserves a little visit from a wraith or two.”

Cursing rude customers was one of her favorite parts of owning a shop. They would either be polite or Rhiannon would personally ensure that rude behavior never happened again. She was doing the town a service, after all.

varen smiled in that way they only did when there were no strangers around. sincere and warm, not a hint of sarcasm to be found. it was a special kind of magic on its own, being trusted enough to witness rhiannon without her more human disguise. he liked her more like this. strange and other. they were different kinds of strange, but it made him feel at home.

“that’s okay, i have plenty of pens.” they let out a relieved breath. though this journal contained nothing of other worlds, it was still a vessel for varen’s thoughts and feelings. for his dreams, the kind that didn’t follow them when they woke. it was also a home for his most unrefinded art. quick sketches, incomplete ideas, poems that he could never find the right words for. the kind of things you didn’t let anyone see.  he stepped closer, taking the sketchbook from her. “thank you, i’ll try to not be so careless next time.” 

there was a raised eyebrow, and interested look. after so many years, varen couldn’t think of a human who had received a punishment from rhiannon who didn’t deserve it. back int renton he’d had to deal with customers being awful all the time. kids thrwoing ice cream on the floor on purpose, fights breaking in the middle of the store, people trying to take money from the register. and varen couldn’t do anything except wait for them to be done and then clean up the mess himself.

“well, that wasn’t very smart of him. are you thinking more emotional or physical scars? he does sound like an ass.”

[benjagirl32]

Meeting Like this? Clary/Jace!!

Clary had been in Sallow Hills for a few months but she hadn’t really been keeping track of the days at this point. Most days she had spent her days painting in her place. The female had remembered a few things from the world she had called hers for so long. She knew that the shadowhunter world as well as Jace, Alec, Izzy, Simon and everyone else. But even as she stood in front of one of the painting she felt as if there was a gap in her memory but she couldn’t quite place it. 

After a little while of just staring at the painting she had decided to go for a walk around the town to clear her mind. She stepped out of her place after grabbing her jacket and phone. As she started to walk she had planned on going anywhere specific at this point unless she came up with something as she walked. 

She looked around the streets feeling as if someone had been watching her but every time she looked behind her there was nothing there. That was until she saw a familiar figure from the corner of her eyes. Jace, no it had to of been her mind playing tricks on her. But before she kept walking forward she turned around to check if he mind was just playing tricks. As she got closer the figure had come into full view, “Jace?” Clary asked almost questioning herself at this point.

@sweetsprites​

[sweetsprites]

he could not breathe. the second he laid eyes on her, he'd felt that he was in a dream. and yet there was nothing he could do. he could not approach her, could not bear the way she would look at him like she didn't know who he was. like he hadn't held her in his arms, hadn't pressed his lips to hers. like they weren't one soul in two bodies. 

this wasn't his clary anymore. for all he knew, it could be someone else entirely that just happened to look like clary. this place gave him the impression that it was a very real possibility. but he couldn't stop himself from following her from a distance. he could keep her safe even if she didn’t know she was doing it. 

he startled when she said his name. she wasn’t supposed to know his name, he doubted she was even supposed to be able to see him. but she was looking at him, not through. he frowned and when he asked “you can see me?” it was almost a reflex. he remembered with a stab of sadness how those were the very first words he’d ever said to her. 

he stepped out of his hiding place, walking closer, willing her to keep looking at him. “you know who i am?”

[sweetsprites]

lucifer woke up bright and early feeling entirely giddy. when it had come up, the idea had been thrilling. the last time he’d shared a living space with someone, eve had gone a little too far for lucifer’s comfort. he’d tried his best to keep up, but in the end it had been the right choice for them to each go their separate ways. 

but the detective was a different story. he’d been ready to share everything with her so early on in their relationship. if there hadn’t been any meddling celestial relatives around, who knows how their story would have gone? a shorter route to getting here, hopefully. 

he could even imagine himself enjoying having the little urchin around. just the three of them... and, he supposed, the occasional visit from detective douche. he was the child’s father, after all. maybe having amenadiel, doctor linda and charlie over for breakfast every so often wouldn’t be so bad. and he couldn’t leave miss lopez and mazikeen out, of course. his little earth family.

he walked into the kitchen singing sweet child o’ mine to himself. singing to himself, smiling for no reason, thinking of her all the time. it was all so very teen-girl-with-a-crush of him, but he didn’t care. he was, for the first time, truly happy. even with the mystery of why he couldn’t remember so many things the way she could, all he cared about was that she was here, that she was living with him, and that he got to make breakfast for her.

“good morning, detective.” he turned with a smile, she looked beautiful in her domestic simplicity. he could get used to this. he could do this exact same thing every day for the next thousand years and he’d be just as happy. he motioned for her to take a seat. “oh, do sit down. the pancakes are almost ready.”

closed starter for @chloeckers​​

[sweetsprites]

abby could see a little clearer now. she could understand where leia’s kindness was coming from. though abby couldn’t say what she would’ve done in her friend’s place, she could say that no matter what the cirumstances, she would take any chance she could get to see her father again, to hold him in her arms and talk to him.

but she doubted she’d feel the same about her if he saw her now. she’d told her father that if it had been abby, she would’ve wanted him to do the surgery, to let her go to save the world. but she knew he wouldn’t have just resigned himself to losing her. but he wouldn’t want her to be who she is now. the man who helped a zebra escape a wired fence just because he was kind, who wouldn’t even have tried to hurt a child if there had been any other way... he would despise the woman abby had become. he would think she was a monster.

she was sitting across form leia now, noticeably more comfortable since finding out she’d been officially cleared as a suspect. even if leia and kate had both believed in her innocence abby had not been able to let her guard down. she’d needed some time to process what leia had tolde her about her father, and she supposed her own confession would need time to be understood. but it was a huge weight off her shoulders to know that leia was still willing to meet.

“do you think... maybe you’re so willing to forgive my cruelty because you wish your father would show remorse for his in the same way that i have?” she says, twirling a leaf she’d plucked from a nearby bush between her fingers. not to say remorse made her deserving of forgiveness, especially because she could not say that if she could do it all over again she’d do it differently. “i know it has to be a complicated situation. for both of you.”

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