#heavcnbled

[takeseffort-a]

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[leuthros]

@heavcnbled wanted a smol thing !

           ❛  did you still paint ?   ❜   the question was blurted out before she could stop it and clary looked to her mother with wide-eyes before finishing her thought.    ❛  when you were with ------   ❜    still, she couldn’t bring herself to say my father, the words catching somewhere in her throat and she had to clear it to continue.   ❛  ------with valentine ?  he told jace that mundanes have a creative spark and shadowhunters have a warrior spark and that the two can’t coexist..   ❜  

           trailing off, clary looked down at her hands. they weren’t as perpetually smudged with charcoal these days, and while she had noticed, she’d just told herself she’d been too busy. but simon, and now jace had called attention to it as well, and clary was beginning to wonder if there was some merit in what valentine had told jace all those years before.   ❛   so i was just wondering ------did you paint when you were still with him ?  when you were an active shadowhunter ?  or did you pick it up later, when you left ?  ❜

[seraphinam]

I'd like to send positivity to @aiima because we just met and she was super sweet to me also I love reading her posts because her Clary is super cute.

Send me some positivity about your favourite blogs on anon and I’ll @ them

@aiima

[stelebled-blog]

        ‘ wikipedia knows everything . ’ he’s thoughtful when he pauses , sighing a bit . ‘ it might be run by warlocks . ’ // @heavcnbled

[seraphinam]

@heavcnbled liked your post:i would kill for a team evil thread tbh

*drags jace to wherever sera and jon are!*

[hellraiised]

the hot summer sun beat down on jonathan’s back as he made his way through the streets of alicante, people on all sides as the shops began to open for the day. he had taken his time, made sure everything was perfect before entering the city of glass. he couldn’t risk even a single thing giving away who he was, though the clave seemed much too bothered by his father’s presence to pay much attention to those coming and going from their homeland so long as they had the names of known shadowhunter families.  once again he reached into his pocket to read the tiny paper scrap that he had received from his father a few days earlier, directions to the penhallow’s home that were so clear any idiot could follow them ensuring his safe arrival to the first destination of the rather complex plan that valentine had concocted. he had executed everything perfectly so far- the murder of sebastian verlac, the concealing of the body, and taking on the identity of a dead man. valentine seemed pleased, though he could tell there was something more behind his father’s eyes. he was very much well aware that the man had some sort of buyers regret when it came to the demon blood in jonathan’s veins, that in some part of him there must have been a deep hatred for the eighteen year old boy. he never spoke of jonathan the same way he spoke of jace, and it seemed the latter never endured the same abuse he had throughout his lifetime. maybe that was what made jace soft, not being beaten in the same way that he was. he knew that he was the better fighter because he didn’t have any apprehension when it came to following his father’s instructions and killing what had to be killed. it was just his nature to finish jobs perfectly and leave no loose ends.  as he made his way up the steps of the home he took a second to shove the paper back into his trousers, pushing hair out of his face before knocking on the door. he was to be polite and courteous to this family he knew, make them think he was one of them. he was a cuckoo, meant to infiltrate another family through the semblance of always belonging. it was moreso a means to enter alicante, but he certainly had to keep up appearances while he awaited his father’s fire message to take down the wards.  what he hadn’t accounted for was the red haired woman who answered the door, rather than any of the penhallow children who should have been home. he was very much aware of who she was, photos of the woman around the small cabin in which he was raised, though he was always told that she had left due to the blood that ran in his veins; because he was a monster.  this was a curve ball he had not accounted for, and thus it took a moment for him to speak.  “is aline home?” he wasn’t sure what else to say, or how much this woman knew. he couldnt pretend to be sebastian if jocelyn knew that he was not, though he wasnt entirely sure how to get that information from the woman without any sort of suspicion.  closed starter for @heavcnbled

[graveyardiary]

heavcnbled replied to your post “honestly? #teamboobrev sounds like something that should be trending...”

i'm sorry but i keep reading it as boobah like those creepy characters.

I’M FUCKING DEAD.