#seraphbled

[gunbash-archived]

from  @seraphbled​:  ❛ so you lied to me.  ❜ 

❝  NO  .  ❞  SOFT  AT  FIRST  ,  THEN  A  SECOND  ❝  NO  ,  ❞  stronger  than  the  first  .  brows  crease  inward  in  defiance  and  protest  against  the  accusation  as  he  battles  himself  ,  fights  with  the  conflicts  that  seem  eager  to  stake  through  his  heart  .  his  eyes  dart  over  damien’s  expression  ,  DESPERATE  ,  diving  through  each  pull  of  muscle  and  line  on  his  face  until  he’s  come  up  with  the  rest  of  the  words  he  feels  so  deeply  inclined  to  say  .  ❝  some  things  are  beyond  truth  and  lies  ,  damien  .  you  can’t  expect  me  to  honor  something  i  said  way  back  then  ,  back  before  i  knew  you  ,  back  before  i  cared  —  I  WON’T  LAY  A  HAND  ON  YOU  ,  regardless  of  whatever  deal  we  made  .  glare  at  me  or  hate  me  or  —  or  push  me  out  of  your  life  and  never  speak  to  me  again  if  you’re  so  frustrated  with  choice  ,  but  i  helped  you  ,  and  i  put  everything  on  the  line  to  see  your  enemies  thwarted  and  to  see  you  safe  ,  so  i’m  not  going  to  just  . . .  ❞  sebastian  huffs  and  hangs  his  head  ,  running  a  hand  through  his  hair  in  his  frustration  ,  his  stress  .  that  deal  they  made  . . .  HE  CAN’T  HONOR  IT  NOW  .  HE  CAN’T  KEEP  THAT  PROMISE  .  maybe  he  did  lie  .  or  maybe  things  changed  .  ❝  back  then  ,  when  you  asked  it  of  me  ,  i  thought  it  was  something  i  could  handle  .  I  DIDN’T  LIE  .  AT  THAT  MOMENT  ,  I  WAS  TRUTHFUL  .  but  i’m  going  back  on  it  .  ❞  once  again  his  blue  eyes  storm  over  damien’s  anger  and  disappointment  ,  praying  for  some  reprieve  .  ❝  all  that  we’ve  gone  through  . . .  you  can’t  ask  that  of  me  now  .  all  that  i’ve  seen  . . .  all  that  we’ve  done  ;  I  WON’T  DO  IT  .  I  WON’T  HURT  YOU  .  ❞  sebastian  looks  to  damien’s  throat  ,  the  base  ,  the  space  where  his  shard  is  hidden  .  ❝  i  won’t  touch  you  like  that  .  NOT  WITH  VIOLENCE  .  NEVER  .  ❞

[idumean-archive]

@seraphbled​ asked; jace had, in secret, been getting progressively sicker. a lifetime of shit catching up to him in the most painful ways. he'd kept it from jon - from everyone really. but one night, as jon wasnt home and he practically clung to the toilet to vomit wave after wave of black colored blood - he knew jon would find him dead like this when he got back. (*smooch smooch* ilu)

      he’d noticed something was off about the other for some time, but with how hard they were pushing themselves - all of them - with increased patrols lately, he hadn’t thought to question it too deeply. still, something had felt off & even being out to gather supplies felt... wrong. he’d been in the middle of weighting cut & dried lavender he needed when every cell in his body started screaming for him to get home immediately. he’d paid & bolted, BARELY waiting until he was clear of the shadow market to throw a portal & drag himself through. the basket falls from his arm as the scent of blood washes over him in spades & he sprints to Jace’s side. ‘ Jace, ’ he yelps, already reaching for his stele when he realizes that might do more harm than good. ‘ Jace, wake up, ’ he pleads softly, begging such an unaccustomed timbre in his voice. do not leave me to wander this earth alone. he moves like bottled lightening, throwing a portal & not even caring that blood seeps into his clothes as he lifts him into his arms. the best place he can think is Magnus’, knowing whatever this is, it’ll take more than a Silent Brother to keep it at bay. he slams through Magnus’ wards, grateful the other had given him a charm to bypass them in the even of dire need. ‘ Jace, you need to stay with me. ’

[unlockedinme]

*puts jace on magnus' lap*

@seraphbled

    ( * )   Now that wasn’t an unwelcome sight, the blond on his lap, looking as radiant as ever. Hands instinctively reached around to his backside, peppering kisses to his shoulder, “You haven’t been up to enough trouble today, hm? I suppose a visit to me fulfills your quota for the day, no?” 

[killypool-archived]

Hi my name is Deadpool Dark'ness Dementia Wrinkled Testy Reynolds and I have no hair and my head looks like a wrinkled testicle (that’s how I got my name and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Ryan Reynolds but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m an old avocado but my teeth are straight and white. I have spotty white skin. I’m also a mutant, and I somtimes go to a mutant school called Xavier’s in New York where I’m considered annoying (I’m fourty-two). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black and red. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Xavier’s. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of mutant teens stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

[penguinpositivity]

@seraphbled / @heavynlymuses is incredible!! Dragon has so many muses and they care about each and every one of them. All their OCs feel completely different from each other, and they've created so many interesting back stories for them. They're such a kind, creative person and I'm so happy to call them a friend. Not to mention I don't know where half my muses would be without their's <3

[nottobecrossed]

seraphbled started following you

{come to me!!}

[ravagerchose]

“Though I second the notion of putting Jace in a zoo, do you think it’s fair for the animals?” Or the zookeepers for that matter.

[hclliish]

@seraphbled || continued from x

The entire scene is awful. She can see the awkward angle his wings hang at, spattered with blood that she suspects is his own. “Of course I came,” she murmured, dropping to one knee in front of him, inspecting the bars of his cage. Gently, she brushes her hand over his knuckles, reassuring herself she has actually found him. 

“I think I can just pull the bars off, and we can get you out of here.”