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[heavynlymuses-a-blog]

jace vc: hi yes everyone needs to know that jonathan and clary are bullying me, therefore theyre both dead in my eyes and im now accepting replacements for them

[alwaysbeenraphael]

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“I swear you nephilim pop out everywhere like weeds.” Cleaning his stake off on the rags from one of the remaining problem vampires from before he ran the Clan. “What are you even doing around here?” It was known as vampire territory, overlooked and usually filled with such terrible things as bleeder dens. 

[thebatmanofshadowhunters]

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Alec put his hand out the minute she started talking. “I’m not getting involved in drama between the two of you.” Especially given he was taking a break from paperwork to text Magnus. Though mostly one sided conversation at the moment it seemed. “If you need somebody to pry into why he’s being a jerk, ask Izzy.” 

[heavynlymuses-a-blog]

“I’m not exactly quaking in my stylish yet affordable boots, but there’s definitely something unnatural going on here” + any muse!

green eyes immediately take in clary's boots and give her an approving nod of his head. they were, indeed, stylish. though perhaps not his style.

"don't you worry, biscuit, i'm here to help in any way i can."

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[heavynlymuses-a-blog]

“What else would I wanna pump you for?” + Jace

brows raise, hoping beyond hope that clary hears the innuendo in that sentence. lips curve upwards into a grin as he laughs. "well i can think of at least one thing."

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“I’ve seen some of these underworld child bride deals and, and they never end well.” + any muse :)

"we should probably put a stop to it then," says dom, fake american accent shining through. honestly the real jace should thank him for playing the part so well, if they were to ever meet.

"i can't imagine this will end well for that child." he pauses, pursing his lips because although he wouldn't get into trouble for messing around in this affair, the real jace might. he looks down at clary for a few minutes, trying to decide what kind of man jace probably was. he knew what his family would tell him to do.

"c'mon, lets sneak the child out of here, we can deal with the consequences later." if jace were half as good as the people around him seemed to think, then dom knew he was making the right call.

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[heavynlymuses-a-blog]

“So this queen thing’s illegal.” + any muse

"perhaps," the harbinger answers the young shadowhunter. "but all the best things are." though it wasn't as if he had any plans to submit to any queen or other form of authority. he had been independent of those things for so long, he couldn't imagine going back.

"but perhaps i should throw a party in favor of this new queen," says he. the trickster god's parties were infamous among other immortals. cheshire grin lights up his face as he pulls a red enveloped invite almost out of thin air and offers it to her. because of course he had already planned said party. "for you, little shadowhunter. bring whoever you wish, lets see if the nephilim are half as fun at parties as the rest of us."

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[heavynlymuses-a-blog]

sc. -> @byscuit

this isn’t the first time that benjamin dominic summers has been hailed down by someone who thought his name was jace. there had been several other times since coming to new york that it had happened. at first, he’d thought it was a strange american custom he’d just never heard of it, but then it became obvious that he was getting mistaken for someone else. sometimes he went with it because he was awkward when it came to talking to people and these people also seemed to do a similar job to his anyway.  ( sure he knew who the shadowhunters were, the council complained about the clave all the time. )

          “uh,” he pauses, looking the pretty red haired woman over for a moment,             deciding the best way to play this. “yeah uh whats up?” he figures he’ll             pretend to be this jace guy again, at least in hopes the strange girl is             going to ask him to join her on a demon hunt.