#inthequiver

[penguinpositivity]

while i'm at it, i also want to give love to the absolute loves of my life; @echoerthei, @erchommai, @nothingweak / @idumean, @ofangelicblood, and @inthequiver. tumblr would absolutely SUCK without their dedication and love, and my life wouldn't be the same without them in it. their talent and dedication to their muses merges with the love and protection they feel for those who matter to them, and i would like them to know that they're stuck with me.

[thearchxr]

inthequiver replied to your post: ❝ Giving him a name makes him human. ❞ Jace

dlfkasçfaçklfaçlkjfçkldjf rude parabatai is rude they are DEMONS

HOLD THE DUCKIE JACE.

[idumean-archive]

Alexander. ( @inthequiver )

 “…Am. Needed something to get to the kitchens tent.” He admitted, as he glanced down at himself, flustering a bit because he was wearing just his undergarments and one of Jonathan’s long coats with a black fur lining. He’d got off the bed early that morning, and just put it on so he could go out of their tent, cross the campsite and fetch them some food. He knew Jonathan had aids for that, but he wanted to do something nice, specially since staff was limited once they were traveling through the kingdom, so Jonathan could get to know his people. He put the tray down on the bed, and carefully took the coat off. “I didn’t think there’d be anyone up yet, but just in case.” He pointed out. He set it besides them and leaned in to kiss the king. “Morning your majesty.” He smiled.

      he never minds, but he’ll also admit that he actually feels such a THRILL at the other wrapped in his clothes. it’s been... if he really made himself think about it, he could pinpoint exactly how long it had been since Alexander had scooped him from his country home & brought him to the kingdom, since he had grown so protective of those bright blue eyes & the strange gentleness the other showed him. there was LITTLE he wouldn’t do for the other, & he had proven that in the fact his father had paid for his cruelty & Jonathan now wore the crown. he smirks as the fur falls to the bed & tugs the other in for a proper kiss. ‘ good morning, Alexander, ’ he murmurs, a hand reaching out to trail down his side. ‘ tell me, would you prefer a coat of your own... or is it because it’s mine? ’ he asks teasingly. ‘ because I have to admit, mine is a rather good look for you. ’

[takeseffort]

your portrayal is that i am so damn lucky to get to write with you. you're amazing. i have loved your alec for ages. sometimes, even before, i just read your threads and asks because it gives me a warm feeling, it makes me smile hearing alec's voice. whenever you're around jace wakes up like crazy, because he knows alec is here, and your writing is fluid, engaging and natural. everything about how you write him feels natural and organic, and it comes easy. so i can only say thank you.

every time you tell me things like this, I very genuinely have to sit down because it knocks me over. I love you a lot, okay? & some days I’m still really confused why you see the things you do in my writing because I don’t see them at all but I’m learning to. I’m glad I get to write with you & call you a friend - you make me incredibly happy <3 <3 <3 not just for your portrayal, but for how supportive you’ve always been, too. I won’t forget that.

              how’s my portrayal? // @inthequiver

[c0ffeebee]

inthequiver replied to your photoset “archer alec commissioned by lovely @royaltybane ❤ “Little archer...”

bee... seriously? i cannot express how beautiful, and just full of life, your art is, it's so tactile and bright and you make them look full of light. you're always outdoing yourself, and i would gladly pay for any of your art if i could because goddang you earn it. we can see the detail you put into every single thing you do, and you're care is as amazing as your colors <3

oh.my.god. THANK YOU! <3 you don't even know how much your words mean to me right now, i'm having a hard time and knowing that what i do still makes people happy is... well, it's priceless this is me reading your comment right now: 

[argentelectrum]

       “SO SPILL, last night with Clary, tell me everything. Well, almost everything.”

@inthequiver liked for a small starter.

[deservesthis-blog]

@inthequiver replied to your post “- i was ready to go. i had accepted my fate. there was dignity in it....”

asçdfsalkflskad it's truth alec, fate never leaves jace alone

literally alec right now...

[weightofworlds-blog1]

@inthequiver || Starter Call for Jem

         Jem leaned casually against the wall of the New York Institute, his hands in the pockets of the jeans Tessa had helped him find and purchase in a shopping mall full of people. It had been a bit overwhelming, after decades of silence, but overall, Jem was pleased with his purchases. He looked like a person again. An individual. Children no longer recoiled from him when he walked down the street, afraid of the parchment colored robes he wore, and what they suspected lay beneath his over-large hood. While Jem had never been quite as disfigured as his brothers, he had never been in a hurry to showcase the runes and scars on his face. They were still there now, but faded enough that he would not terrify anyone, at least. 

        Footsteps sounded in the Institute corridor, and Jem looked up, smiling pleasantly in welcome as Jace neared. “Hello, Jace,” he greeted, lifting a hand in a short wave. “I hope you are well. I was wondering if I could prevail upon your time today? I am not told much, now that I am no longer an active Shadowhunter, but I would very much like to know what in bloody hell is going on!” It was still Jem’s first instinct to search out the nearest Herondale in times of crisis, evidently, though this was not his parabatai. There was some of him there, though, when Jem looked very hard -- some of the same mischief in his eyes, and some of the same instinct to take the weight of the world on his shoulders, despite having plenty willing to help.