#suchtaintedsoul

[enoughrunning]

       ❝ that was a nice invasion you staged, val. ❞ she hated this, hated how bitter things had come between them. but he had forced her hand in so many ways. and she’d spent too long RUNNING from him. she was done. no more. ❝ do you even care i almost died ? or was that just ICING ON THE CAKE. ❞

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[enoughrunning]

       ❝ val, you have got to stop embarrassing her or she’s going to stop coming home ! ❞ she gave her husband a joking nudge of the hip. ❝ you and i were already TOGETHER by the time we were her age. she’s a smart girl, we raised her that way. you don’t have to be so overprotective. ❞ still, she was smiling as she planted a kiss to his cheek. ❝ i will admit it’s kind of CUTE though. ❞

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[stephenxherondale]

@suchtaintedsoul​:

The blade he was holding was still dripping with fresh blood. Stephen’s blood. “I won’t forget your sacrifice..” he spoke, in a low voice, moving closer to the male. One of his own. A loyal circle member that wouldn’t abandon him. Yet he betrayed him. Heartbroken as he was, diving further into the madness mourning was leading him to.

The battle was fierce. Herondale was a brave fighter so he wouldn’t go without a fight. If he had lost his stele like the blonde in front of him did, he would be on the ground by now, bleeding out from the heavy cuts. Yet the iratze healed them all. For a moment he was regretting it. And then he heard him talk.

“Don’t.” there was rage in his voice, the sound of the name of his parabatai feeling like a knife in the heart. And the name of his wife feeling like the finishing move. “Don’t you dare bring them into this.” the seraph blade in his hands was glowing brightly, as he moved it against Herondale’s neck “Don’t force me.”

there it was ... the same flicker of madness that had made stephen look twice at what had been staring him in the face; this wasn't about the circle's cause any more. it wasn't about protecting their bloodlines and ending this perpetual war - it was about valentine and his twisted ideals now ... and the only two people who had seen that were lucian and jocelyn. rolling his head to the side when the blade pressed against the flesh of his throat, stephen let out a bitter laugh.

' — force you? '  

oh, that was rich. real. fucking. rich. his laugh trailed off into a snort of derision, lip curling into a sneer as he held valentine's gaze - he had given up everything for the circle and valentine. everything. and he had still fallen foul to the man's wrath. who'd be next? pangborn? maryse and robert? michael ... céline? no. she wouldn't see through him. she'd listen to his lie, she'd hang on to every last word. eyes darting around the dilapidated room, stephen felt his stomach lurch when he spotted the hilt of his sword laying a few feet; get up and move, now! 

he couldn't stand up, not with valentine's blade pressed against his throat, so the shadowhunter went for the lower blow - kicking out hard with his foot, stephen knew he'd found purchase when the blade at his throat lost pressure - not high enough to floor valentine, but a jarring boot to the side of his knee had been enough to earn him some space. one hand still clutching the wound on his abdomen, he scrambled forward on his knees, lurching for the hilt of the sword he'd dropped.

[stephenxherondale]

× “I won’t forget your sacrifice.” @suchtaintedsoul

‘ i trusted you …” stephen staggered back, his stance only steadying when his back met the wall. blue eyes locked onto the blade in valentine’s. down, down again and back to his own fingers when he pulled them away from the dark patch on his shirt - blood … hand clamping against the wound on his ribs, stephen screwed his eyes shut shut against the pain that shot through him. 

“i burned my bridges for you - for what you’re trying to do.” he pushed out a shallow breath, leaning his head back against the wall when he opened his eyes again, locking onto the stele that peeked out from valentine’s boot - his stele. 

he’d had his doubts all along - ever since he’d sat down and properly thought about what had happened to lucian. the letter he’d given to amatis said it all - i expect that valentine will kill me. for all his talk of loving me, for all his desire for a right-hand man, he knows that i have doubts. and he is a man who cannot abide doubt … a small knot of regret tightened in the pit of his stomach; amatis. celine … their baby boy. he wouldn’t see them again. nor would he see his parents again. he wouldn’t get to apologise to them.

“you knew lucian loved her, didn’t you?” 

stephen’s gaze hardened, focusing on valentine with the twist of a laugh curling the corner of his mouth, ‘ as much as she claimed to love you, she trusted lucian more … and ain’t trust just a fickle thing? ’

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[raniamich]

“I've worked too long,

I've sacrificed too much

to let anyone stand in my way.”

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[thenextjaceherondale]

Emma x Henry (@suchtaintedsould)

Emma’s brown eyes narrowed as she stared down at the wide shouldered figure, standing below the roof ledge. She hesitates just for  a split of second before she jumped off the roof. With an elegant swirl in the air, the blond shadowhunter landed on the ground, Cortana stretched out in her right hand. ❝Did not one warned you, it’s a BAD move to follow a shadowhunter, wolfy?❞

[raniamich]

Kinda, my OC Jasmine Katriora Wayland is a half-fae who dislikes Shadowhunters because they declared her father a traitor when he tried to leave them (after being sent to the Seelie Court as an ambassador/spy). (more info on my muse page). Long story short, I could see her either being sent to kill Valentine, but then he convinces her to join him in order to get revenge. I know the book & movie better than the show, is that ok with you? Sent this as an ask bc I accidentally deleted yours -//-

There's no need to worry! And yes I love the idea actually! I haven't properly finished the books yet so I am not too familiar with Valentine from there so I can portrait him but I can adjust it with the show version so I don't believe we will have any problem!

[theblindangel]

Alone with One’s Thoughts || CLOSED || Shadowhunters Verse

It was a gift really, to be out of the sight of the Clave for even a few hours. Being the only Oracle willing to work with the Downworlders let alone the Clave, Maggie didn’t realize how much the other Oracles failed to hold up to both sides. Centuries of promises not kept simply because they felt wronged from the centuries of misuse and, what the other Oracles claimed to be ‘genocide’ of their kind, and abandoned their calling to be there to help Downworlders and Shadowhunters. Unfortunately, given her special circumstances, the Oracles in hiding were not eager to help Maggie discover more of her talents. She was on her own.

Adjusting the dark sunglasses on her face to cover more of her healed scarred blind eyes, Maggie smiled to watch the light colored souls of ducks swimming effortlessly on top of the pond in Central Park. Their feathered figures converged closer to the shore as she tossed some seeds into the water, the ducks eagerly bobbing their heads for the treats. Alone on the bench beside the water, Maggie’s blindman’s cane took it’s place to her left side where the bench remained vacant. It was just for show to blend in with the mundanes, hiding the fact she could see the world through magic in a mix of vibrant colors, hues, and shadows. But that didn’t mean she had her sight mostly back...unaware of the figure that approached her.

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