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[deusidvult-arch]

CIRCLE ERA STARTER   /   @beastmade​

Camping. Valentine wasn’t certain which of them had truly suggested it -- though he, himself, had suggested that they take the time to train together. Perhaps Valentine had simply wanted some more time away from his parents -- the academy had let out for a time and those who lived in Alacante were allowed the opportunity to return home. His father had requested that he return on any school breaks so that he could continue to train hard -- and so Valentine had told his parents that he was going camping to train with his parabatai.

His bag upon his shoulder, Valentine made his way to the Graymark establishment, knocking and standing regimental, as he always did, having spent so many years under the scrutiny of his father. Though as the door to the Graymark building opened, Valentine found himself smiling. The very prospect of spending time with his brother in arms was rallying. He didn’t greet Lucian, instead he crossed his arms over his chest, looking casual as he did so, and his simple smile began to show teeth.  ❛  I am unsure whether you’re prepared to spend this time with me.  ❜  There was a teasing note to his tone -- Valentine didn’t take everything seriously, especially not around Lucian.   ❛  What if we got into some great mischief? After all, boys will be boys.  ❜

[leuthros]

@beastmade    ｡ ° ･ ★  cont.

“ you forget, i used to live here… ” anger hardly abates, but he keeps his voice leveled, wet ground sloshing under his boots. for him, this was a catalog of memories. a place where he grew up, where he met jocelyn. met valentine.

a different life; a different purpose. a different home.

“ everything still looks the same. the nephilim are a lot of things ———- but they never were really big on change. ”

         ❛   right.   ❜    he’s angry with her, that’s painfully obvious, and clary would be concerning herself more with the edge to his tone and the shortness of his words if it wasn’t for the most important thing ------finding a way to save her mother. there’s a part of her that wants to yell at him, too. maybe she’d been blind to his feelings for jocelyn before, but she can see it so obviously now, and with that knowledge so clear in her mind, she can’t understand why he isn’t as adamant as she is.

          there’s a huff as she continues to playback his words about her acting like a child, and clary opens her mouth to say something else when a wave of dizziness washes over her, and it takes all of her energy to reach for the nearest tree to steady herself.     ❛   whoa------   ❜      her voice comes out distorted to her own ears, but it passes in moments and clary blinks at the path they’ve been walking, shaking the fog from her head.      ❛   how much farther ?   ❜   

[basichumanform]

       stella’s trying very hard to ignore his staring at her. she can feel his eyes boring into her, has a sense of what it means, and she doesn’t want to hear it. ❝ i can hear you JUDGING ME WITH YOUR EYES, garroway. if you want to say something, just say it. ❞

                    { @beastmade // liked for a starter }

[lumenae-archive-blog]

❛      luke        .       .       .       i        -       uh                          ❜        it’s       like       knives       piercing        her        lungs        :        each        breath        ragged        and        noisily       exhaled        .       eyes        wide        but        there’s        so         much        buried         pain         making        it’s        way        to       the       surface        ;        maia        hasn’t         felt        so        weak         ,        so        trapped        since        the        night        he        scratched        her       .       ❛      he’s        back         .         he’s        here        .       .       .        jordan       .      ❜

a          starter         from        maia        for          @beastmade        !

[initiare]

Do you think you’d survive a zombie apocalypse?

@beastmade / munday meme / accepting

I could say yes and claim to be obnoxiously graceful and skilled as Jace Herondale and that I could beat up 16 zombies while doing a back flip, landing perfectly on my tippy toes by the end of it. But let’s be real, I’d die in ten seconds. I’m that person who dreams of holding a flamethrower in some apocalyptic world because it’d be so bad-ass, but it’s good that it’d never happen because if so, said apocalypse would’ve probably accidentally occurred because of me. Or… I’d be that person yelling all, ‘YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME, SUCKERS’ at these zombies, and then somehow trip over my own feet, finding doom soon thereafter. In other words, if I would, it’s because miracles actually happen.

[warlockiing-blog]

beastmade replied to your post: legacydamned replied to your post: ...

no one ever talks to him about it bc he’s just that goddamn weird IM DYING

DOES HE LOOK LIKE A MAN YOU WOULD CONSULT ABOUT UR DEMON PROBLEM

[seraphinam]

@beastmade

Hours had passed since Sera had limped into the Hunter’s Moon and finally collapsed. It was a giant leap of faith she’d taken with her life. Not a single werewolf that frequented the bar had a reason to trust her. Hell, she wouldn’t have blamed them for killing her after all her father had done. Between having an innocent werewolf boy killed, kidnapping Maia, and generally wanting to the entire Downworld eradicated, why would they own that man’s daughter any favors? 

She hadn’t known where else to go. There was no returning to Valentine’s side now that she new better, now that she’d finally stood up to him after all these years and destroyed his entire base of operations in New York. She feared the Clave would have her imprisoned, tortured, or worse if she returned to the Institute (and the people she’d come to care about there, especially Jace, were better off without her). That left her with no one. And yet one man had still come to mind, even though she hadn’t so much as a proper conversation with him. He loved her mother, though, and once upon a time he’d cared for her father. She’d hoped that would be enough to spare her being ripped apart by his pack or turned over to the Clave...

As those green eyes of hers finally fluttered open and the aches of all her cuts and bruises rose to the surface along with her consciousness, it would seem her hope hadn’t been misguided. Her surroundings were unfamiliar, but she was resting in a bed. She could just make out a tightness where certain wounds had been bandaged while she’d been out. The most telling thing about her situation was the back of the man she caught exiting the room just as she woke. He hadn’t seen her stir yet. “Lucian?” The only name she new him by; the one Valentine used when speaking of his ex-parabatai. “That’s you, isn’t it?”

[deusidvult-arch]

We’re gonna need some ice for that burn!!! 🔥🔥🔥