#violence_

[highdio]

Sorbetto and Gelato’s deaths intentionally parallel the killing of two gangsters by Luca Brasi in The Godfather series.

[bytheanchorarchived]

   d r a b b l e  |  o p e n

───   jace wayland,    p o s t  p a r a b a t a i  l o s t

                                         jace hunched forward, throat muscles contracting as he coughed and gasped, desperately. his arms were shaking as he propped himself on his hands, over the bathroom tiles, half laid in and out of the shower. the water still hitting his legs made him shake further. his eyes were wide as he continued to gag, distraught in his eyes as he scrambled to try and get the water out of his lungs. he could almost hear it the splash of water, the uncontrollable gush as it was punched out of his lungs, but in reality nothing was coming out. his fingers curled on the floor, nails hurting as he pressed them down, elbows threatening to give in, but he stayed completely unaware.

in his head, the water hitting him was ice cold. it splashed against his mouth and nose mixed with the bitter cooper of blood, entering by brute force and asphyxiating his lungs. he coughed and struggled against the binds and his broken ribs, gurgling as they laughed. and then the hits would come again, so heavy he could hear his bones snapping. he slipped and fell down to his forearms as a cold panic brew in his throat and weighed his stomach. he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get air in no matter how hard he tried, couldn’t think, the tiles completely blind to him as all he saw were dirty, rusty, metal walls and darkness, so much darkness. 

was he alone? he didn’t know. he never really knew, aside from the screams and shrieks from the mutilated people his father imprisoned, until the first hit came. that was how they liked to announce themselves. he imagined a faint touch on his face, he was sure he did, but didn’t have the spirit to flinch away. it was valentine, he knew it. could almost hear the luring words. if only you weren’t so stubborn, jonathan... i could give you everything. his eyebrows were pressed to the point of aching, lips parted helplessly trying to swallow air in, as he trashed in the grip of his panic attack.

[bytheanchorarchived]

@lilithbcrn​   x

                                                ❝i’m fine, jon. you know i can handle it.’ jace shrugged, as he looked away with seemingly indifference despite the hidden rawness under the words that he couldn’t quite keep from the bond. he walked over to his bed and drop sat on it. ‘few runes, i’ll be wonderful.’ it wasn’t like valentine’s lessons ever kept him prostrated for DAYS, not after his rune ceremony. as far as he was concerned, it could be a LOT worse. why valentine had chosen him to share in the angel blood, instead of his own son, jace would never understand. and he hated it.

[bytheanchorarchived]

@svraphic    x

                                      ❝i wanted to check on you.’ 

jace had strolled towards her as soon as he saw her. he had always known, of course, that jonathan could be rough. he had been in the end of it quite a few times. but it wasn’t until their recent “arranged” relationship that he started to realize how BAD it actually was for her. that morning when he felt through the bond how much anger jon had felt, he knew something would be wrong, and so he made his way to the morgenstern house. 

he came in to check on both of them, but at the sight of sera he knew he was too late. he nearly sighed as he got close. so THAT was what he had sensed. she could cover it up all she wanted, but aside from his bond with jon, jace had also always had an instant CONNECTION with sera, and he knew her well enough to know when things were wrong. he reached out, a hand gently taking hold of her face, fingertips sliding towards her chin as he raised her eyes to him. 

‘you wanna get out of here?’ he asked. he doubted valentine would mind if he took sera out sooner.

[bytheanchorarchived]

“If I don’t make it out of here…” (to Sebastian)

angst starters ;  accepting  @pianokeysandbowties

                          ❝blaine?! blaine what are you TALKING about?!’ sebastian’s lips parted as he pressed the cellphone to his ear, eyebrows furrowed. blaine hadn’t talked to him, live, in a long, long time. they traded texts here and there, but this was the first time sebastian heard his voice in months, and even so, he was pretty sure he’d never heard it quite this… terrified.

‘blaine? what is going on? do i need to—’ he interrupted himself as blaine talked, loose words bouncing in his brain as he grew numb. school…. trapped…. shooting. his voice missed him for a second. the only answer in his brain, a desperate, begging, NO. because this couldn’t be happening. not to blaine. not now. not ever. not to someone he—

‘STOP IT.’ he demanded, his voice barely coming out, a throat whisper, before it grew in anxiousness. ‘don’t you dare. i’m. i’m coming over.’ he was sure he wouldn’t be able to enter, but he’d be waiting for blaine outside. he couldn’t. he COULDN’T just… ‘i don’t wanna hear it.’ maybe he’d find a way to get in. but what if doing that only risked blaine MORE? by drawing attention to where he was? sebastian swallowed, thickly and could feel more than air lacking him as he struggled, his hand shaking softly even as it held his phone almost at the point of shattering it. ‘you’re…. you’re everything.’ he cut himself, trailing off because he couldn’t bear to finish it. ‘blaine. don’t. please. please don’t hang up.’ he begged him, as he had already jumped to his feet and was grabbing his shoes and car keys, heading for the door. ‘i’m gonna be THERE. i’m gonna WAIT for you. you come and MEET ME, okay? you DO that.’ he begged him, as his hands’ trembling increased, while he stumbled his way downstairs. his heart beating against his temples. he had to get there.

[cervidaylight]

brain: rip out your teeth me: i dont object to that. at all actually