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[immcrtuos-a]

runedwhip replied to your post “I’m listening to No one mourns the wicked and no good deed from...”

remember when Simon felt Raphael’s death because he’s his sire and instead of anyone telling him what that feeling felt jace just went ‘oh never mind, ignore it’

yes and i’m still so angry about it!! like i get that Simon and Raphael weren’t friends, could probably even be considered to be enemies - but wow, that really should’ve had more impact! and then the only acknowledgment is one of the Shadowhunters ( i don’t remember which one ) naming one of their blades after Raphael which is so 🙄🙄🙄

[galaxiqs]

❝  whatever  you’re  going  to  ask  me?  the  answer  is  no.  ❞          /          @runedwhip​  sent  the  💬  (  accepting  )

[joneshead]

  @runedwhip​​ SAID : ‘ you have to calm down. your heart’s beating way too fast. ’

She was absolutely right -- but he didn’t realize it until she said it, that the loud thumping in his ears belonged to his pulse. His breathing came faster with the upped speed of his heart, that adrenaline edge that had awoken the beast within. He was starting to feel it, and had finally learned to tell that sort of thing, when it was coming on, when he could feel control slipping from his fingertips. There was an itch up his spin, like skin split open that was trying to heal, creating that burning desire to sink his nails into the open wound and dig until the wolf was set free. But he had to fight it, fight for his humanity, to keep it all locked up and the rest of the world safe from him.

Dull nails bit into his knees, gripping through dark denim as he clung to the moment. He focused on the sound of her voice as he continued to wrestle it. Nails had started to grow, lengthen and sharpen into claws, and he held tighter to himself, feeling the sting as skin was pierced through his pants. Shallow breaths, he tried to deepen them again, relax, calm down as she said. But he could feel his back splitting open, shoulders widening as bones and muscles contorted, stronger than his own willpower. 

“I can’t --” he said, voice strangled as his face twisted, teeth gritted and features tight and tense. It all started to slip away, and like a snap of a rubber band, he felt the last bit of resistance give out. Soaring upwards in full wolf form, he let out a great howl, clothing tearing and fangs bared for all of Brooklyn to see.

ANGSTY STARTERS*

[enoughrunning]

@runedwhip​ said: “As we all know, one must, at a holiday party, drink, then get drunk and tell off the boss.”

       ❝ oh you’d fit in just fine in the mundane world, ❞ jocelyn laughs, ❝ and i suppose the temptation for mockery gets even higher when the boss is your brother, huh ? ❞ she’s grinning. it’s nice to see isabelle CUT LOOSE like this. most people might think it not out of the ordinary, but jocelyn is used to dealing with trueblood women. she knows. ❝ just be safe, okay ? i don’t want to have to explain anything TOO UNTOWARD to your mother. ❞

[cfthedemcn]

"The truth lies within."

Sitting at the café she hadn't expected anyone to actually join her. At some point Magnus would be joining her, but at the moment she was content with whomever this new visitor was. She knew that this was another one that came from the Institute. Having spent the time around Magnus that she had she knew just what to expect. They didn't scare her and if they ever asked she would explain that she could see them when most others couldn't. But she was more interested in just what it was this woman wanted. Talia figured she was there to find out why she was in the city. Once again she found herself looking for the Shadow Market and unlike lat time it wasn't nearly as easy to find. Which was probably the whole point and why she'd stopped for some Turkish coffee. "Something I like to remember when I find myself struggling."

@runedwhip​

[salvationbled]

“You always know how to make me smile.” @runedwhip // isabelle lightwood.

“mm, well,” stefan said, humming, swallowing softly as his gaze fell to isabelle’s smiling lips. she was stood next to him, smiling a wide smile, so bright it was almost too much to look at. it was something he was still trying to get used to. and it wasn’t that isabelle didn’t smile, he knew that, but having it aimed so often at him was.. it always took him a moment to really take it in. to not completely lose his train of thought. there was something soft about it, too, the way she smiled at him, and maybe that was what made his still-heart ache. 

he ducked his head to conceal his own smile and only raised it when he had it somewhat under control, letting himself look over at her again. “you make it pretty easy,” he told her, reaching across her to remove one of the pans from the heat that she’d forgotten in her excitement and haste to do something else for him. despite trying to hide it before, stefan was still smiling, too, a smile that easily reached his eyes and made them crinkle at the corners, as well as causing the dimples in his cheeks to pop.

[seesgood]

❝ ow, ow, ow, ow ---- calm down indiana jones. ❞   her voice is cutting, as annoyed as it is in pain as she feels herself pulled back towards the dark haired huntress. despite the fact that the whip seems to be leather, it sings like a bitch when wrapped around her wrist. compared to half the things she’s experienced though, she can’t say it’s the worst. narrowing her eyes, caroline eases her posture. free hand lifting in surrender. see? her expression says, not a threat.  ❝ i wasn’t gonna kill the guy, okay? it’s called snatch, feed, erase, release. i leave them better than i found them, and i only feed on guys that deserve it. ❞  as if that makes it any better. caroline pauses a beat, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little scared. hunters are a mixed breed. some are understanding, some...aren’t.  ❝ i’m caroline. by the way. good vampire. ❞          /         @runedwhip​ !   

[turnwell-a]

@runedwhip replied to your post “I mean you completely ignored my question, I wasn't asking about the...”

you said this already, but as someone who is a white passing poc, i just want to restate this. she's not someone who's primarily white claiming to have 1/118th of some non-white ethnic group, or something so margianaly small and distant that it hardly registers in her ancestry. she is the granddaughter of a japanese man. her given last name and not her stage name are japanese. she's clearly part of the culture, and just white passing. she is of japanese descent & culture.

gestures more this way

[myyrddin-arch]

.•✧•. 1507TH BIRTHDAY . //  accepting .    

      ONE  THAT  HE  DOESN’T        wake  up  from ,   preferably .         

      ✧ @runedwhip​ .

[forbaes-a]

@runedwhip​     ♡’d  for  a  starter !

❝     i  can’t  believe  i  hurt  him  —  he’s  the  one  person  on  this  entire  planet  that  i  never  wanted  to  hurt.     ❞

[immcrtuos-a]

runedwhip replied to your post “runedwhip replied to your post “I’m listening to No one mourns the...”

IT WAS ALEC AND IM SORRY I KNOW HE DID IT BECAUSE MAGNUS ASKED BUT THAT WAS AS DUMB AS NO ONE TELLING SIMON WHAT THAT FEELING MEANT OR ACKNOWLEDGING IT

I know Magnus asked it to like “commemorate” him or whatever but whyyyyy does he ask it from Shadowhunters who didn’t care about Raphael and whom Raphael didn’t care about!! CC could’ve done that so much better!

[galaxiqs]

❝  for  some  reason,  i’m  attracted  to  you.  ❞          /          @runedwhip​  sent  the   💬  (  accepting  )

[flyingupward-a]

       isabelle’s been relatively QUIET since coming to live with them. vera understands why. being separated from your friends and family can be difficult. vera knows this first hand. so when she knocks on the door that night, bearing a hot cup of tea and a smile, she’s understanding. ❝ hey there, ❞ she murmurs, ❝ sorry, i hope i’m not interrupting. just wanted to check in on you. i know...i know it must be hard, adjusting. mine was...a very long time ago, but i still remember how jarring it all was. and i had HALF the time as a shadowhunter as you. ❞ she hasn’t made much mention of her own shadowhunter roots, but she wants isabelle to know she’s not alone. ❝ what can i do to help ? ❞

@runedwhip

[perfectioncursed]

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

soft angst starters || accepting || @runedwhip​

❝is that supposed to be new information to me or something?❞ Betty teased, crossing her arms in front of her as she watched Alec leave the training room. her attention slid back to Izzy, lips pressed together in a grin even with the exasperation in the other girl’s tone. it was pointless to contradict her, knowing by now that the sibling rivalry as well as her admission meant that she wasn’t going to change her mind, no matter what. and there was a large part of Betty that admired that trait - doing whatever you wanted without having to listen to anyone else’s opinions, especially the ones that didn’t matter. she was quickly picking up on the fact that shadowhunting wasn’t the only thing Isabelle could teach her.

❝so why don’t you tell me what to do instead?❞ her arms ached from the hours of practice they had already put in, despite it still being relatively early in the day. and yet, Betty wasn’t going to admit to either herself or the other girl that she was ready for a break. swiping her forearm over her forehead she bent her knees again, fingers tightening on the blade she held in her hand. ❝or better yet, show me.❞

[huntersprayer]

Home. (p1 - Seattle.)

The Warehouse, located at 611 Post Avenue1, 2, in Pioneer Square, Seattle. The property is a converted warehouse that he was able to buy out entirely before it was subdivided into units. The entry is a private, gated alley entrance with an intercom system off of Post Avenue. An estimate of the property’s value was put at just north of 1mil. USD per unit when it was slated for conversion, with 7 units planned. 

The Space.

         Ersken bought the warehouse after an extensive & exhaustive search of properties in the area. The interior wasn’t so much his concern - the right warlock could change that to fit his needs in terms of size, but Ersken needed the warehouse close to specific ley lines so he can benefit from the energy of the city itself. This warehouse’s location was perfect, & he had to pay accordingly. Further expense was poured into crafting an inter-dimensional interior to reflect the Necromance’s needs, meaning the interior space doesn’t quite match up with what might be expected when looking at it from the outside. 

        The walls are etched with runes & various spells from different warlock traditions, meaning the shell of the warehouse acts as its own alarm system – if anyone steps inside without his knowledge, he knows well enough in advance to defend himself. Additionally, the warehouse is quieter than expected inside. There’s an interconnected hydroponics system that allows vertical gardens on every wall, especially in the kitchen & in his bedroom.

      There are two sets of stairs - a short, vertical climb by the entry way that leads up to the greenhouse (covered in separate post), & another set that curves through the middle of the space & leads up to a solarium, a small sitting area that acts as his consulting office, & then the residential area. The second floor’s residential area of the warehouse is the most heavily spelled, giving significantly increased defenses. This is where he sleeps – the master bedroom. His bed is on the second level, with a fireplace, a secondary workshop for smaller, personal projects, & a meditation area, & his altar. The fireplace helps warm the rest of the building. 

The Area3.

Pioneer Square is Seattle's oldest neighborhood, showcasing a wealth of art galleries, bookstores, antique shops, cool restaurants, and buzzing nightclubs within easy walking (or free bus) distance of most downtown Seattle hotels. The cobblestone streets and horse-drawn carriages are a reminder of life a century ago. The classic red brick buildings give a warmth to the area not found in most sprawling US suburbias. Local lore holds that the term "skid row" originated in Pioneer Square -- when timber would be slid down Yesler Way to a steam powered mill on the Seattle waterfront. The area sits, from east to west, between 3rd Ave. and the waterfront; and between downtown proper to the north, and the sports stadiums to the south.

Just to its east, the International District is the name given to Seattle's Asian neighborhood. It is located southeast of downtown, loosely bounded by 4th Avenue S. and S. Dearborn Street. While the old Chinatown stops around the Interstate 5 freeway, the area to the east is called Little Saigon, centered on 12th and Jackson. From there, going south along Rainier Avenue, the stores transform from Vietnamese to Cambodian, beyond which it slowly merges into South Seattle.

1 Actual address of exterior 2 Interior is based on a converted Tribeca warehouse/loft. 3 source.

[salvationbled]

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞ @runedwhip // isabelle lightwood.

familiar arms wrap around his middle, small hands sliding over the ridges of his hips before curling into his stomach, settling. “mm,” he hums contentedly, angling his head towards her voice and smiling warmly when he finds her looking up for him already. “smells good?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at her. 

when she only beams at him, he grins, and shifts in the confines of her arms, pulling on one of them to bring her in front of him and settle into the same position in reverse. “your mom sent me an old recipe..” the words are murmured in her ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin and making her shudder in his arms. tightening them around her, stefan’s  arms encircle izzy’s middle, squeezing her and cuddling her back closer to his chest. “i hope you don’t mind i started without you..” he continues to breathe the words softly to her, not bothering to raise his voice any louder, fingertips pressing gently into her sides, easily slipping beneath the material of her jacket to scrunch at her shirt and pay closer attention to her instead. 

isabelle’s hands had settled atop his, her fingers being dragged along his forearms and then pushed back down again, stroking his skin. humming again, stefan nudges his nose into her neck, breathing in her warm scent and only trying to get closer to her as he always did in moments like this. he watches as she reaches across for extra spices, nodding encouragingly when she looks back for him to see his thoughts on the one she picked. “that works,” he tells her, and he can’t help the laughter that escapes him as the excitement in her eyes grows, her smile so bright it could rival the sun itself.