#Just Jace

[thelostgirl21]

Okay, so I've just noticed something, and now I've got a ask...

Could it be possible for Magnus Bane - as a Warlock whose father used to be a Fallen Angel - to be able to use a stele to draw runes on Alec's body?

Because yeah, beyond the fact that Alec hasn't been seen with a flexibility rune drawn anywhere on his body before he started dating Magnus...

WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD HE PLACE IT ON AN AREA OF HIS BODY THAT WOULD REQUIRE AN INSANE AMOUNT OF FLEXIBILITY FOR HIM TO BE ABLE TO REACH IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?!?!

Unless you happen to be a contortionist, and/or have extremely hyper-mobile shoulder joints, please do me a favor and try attempting to draw or trace anything there using either your right of your left hand. See what I mean?

Once you've got that flexibility rune activated, perhaps it would be relatively comfortable to do so.

But without it?! It's like one the worst possible spots one could think of using to put it!

Jace's flexibility rune has been put somewhere stylishly practical that's easily within reach for him, at the very least.

But Alec's?!

I can only think of two explanations for this:

Magnus is the one that drew the rune there himself.

Someone else - most likely Jace - did it for him.

And I can't tell which one is my favorite!

Because, while part of me can't help but think how incredibly cool it would be for Magnus to be able to draw and activate runes on Alec's body...

I kinda love the idea that, at some point, right before Alec was going to head back to Magnus' loft, Jace just decided to grab his stele, lift Alec's shirt, and start drawing something on his left shoulder blade!

Alec: [Trying to wiggle his shoulder out of Jace's grasp, and bring his shirt back down.] Jace! What the Hell are you doing?

Jace: [Trying to force his parabatai to stand still.] Just relax and stop moving, alright?! Trust me about this, you'll thank me later!

Alec: [Reluctantly does as he's told, trying to ignore the stinging sensation.] I've still got a feeling I'm going to regret this.

Jace: [Laughs, as he finishes drawing the new rune.] Oh no, you won't! You're going to love this tonight, and so will Magnus!

Alec: WHAT?!

Jace: [Smugly pushes Alec's shirt back down, and gives him two small pats on the shoulder.] There. All done! It should have a stronger effect and last longer, too, since I'm the one that drew it!

Alec: [Turns towards his parabatai, eyeing him carefully.] Jace, what rune was that?

Jace: [Shrugs.] Flexibility. Oh! [Starts fumbling with the edge of Alec's shirt again, at the front this time, looking for something.] Where'd you put that stamina one again? I know it's around here somewhere...

Alec: [Glares incredulously at Jace but, to his own surprise and against his better judgment, doesn't attempt to stop him.] Seriously?!

Jace: [Triumphantly] Ah! There it is! [Activates the stamina rune, before letting go of Alec's shirt, stepping back, removing his own, and handing his stele to Alec.] Say, would you mind activating mine, too? I've got a group reading at the Book Club tonight that will probably end up late.

Alec: [Sighs and rolls his eyes, grabbing the stele to start activating the same runes on Jace's body.] You're impossible...

Jace: I think you mean caring, thoughtful, and the best parabatai in the whole Shadow World that's looking out for his big brother!

Alec: Uh-huh... [Still pretends to be annoyed, but there's a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he finishes to trace the stamina rune.] How large is that group reading tonight, by the way? Want me to activate the endurance and agility ones, too, while I'm at it?

Jace: [Beams back at him.] Okay, you win. You're the best parabatai.

I'm also amused at the thought of Jace or Izzy just discreetly walking behind Alec to activate that large "calm anger" rune through his clothes whenever he's having to deal with some idiot from the Clave, and they notice his patience is just about to snap!

Still, that "calm anger" be a rune that someone else drew there, and that's typically activated by another Shadowhunter, is something I can deal with just fine!

But FLEXIBIILTY?!?!?! How?! Why?! How?!

"I have a flexibility rune, but I'm not flexible enough to use it myself!"

Good job, Alec!

[just-jace19]

CONNECTING…

…CONNECTION SECURED.

Hello? Is this thing on? I don’t even know if this is working.

If it is, my name is Jace. I’m 19. That’s all I remember about myself. I’m on some weird island with a bunch of other people and none of us can remember where we came from, how we got here, or anything about our lives before.

This is the only form of contact I have with anyone outside of this Hell Hole.

(OOC: ‼️NONE OF THIS IS CANON TO JACE’S ACTUAL LORE‼️ I felt like making this account just for the sillies! Run by: @ethan83 (I also own this character))

Tags:

Posts: just jace

Reblogs: jace rb

Asks: is this thing on?

lore posting: canon lore

(I will point out when something is OOC)

divider creds: @sister-lucifer

[casscainmainly]

Duke insulting Jason Todd for no reason oh Duke nation we are so back

[bbygirl-aemond]

the way ulf strolled right up to jace like "look at that hair" and "as dark as they say!" and "dragonriders both, you and i!" and "cut from the same cloth!" and i just know jace was standing there like

[little-paperhat]

trying to keep up with your giant friend?? straight to pocket jail you go

[daeneryscel]

i am telling all of you right here right now they’re getting married this season trust 🙏🏻

[paperglader]

i just feel like someone should take one for the team and write the fanfic where miss homotron goes to dragonstone on foot, meets her situationship’s new lover, and immediately goes like blind with jealousy and fury (rhaenyra, as always when alicent’s near, looks and behaves like a very confused kicked puppy)

i just need homotron and saphotron to meet, so the real war can begin

[korkiekenobiconfirmed]

"hey my bf and I saw you from across the tavern and we really dig your vibe. dw he's a switch"

[a-salty-alto]

Ok the thing about "Jace is evil because he's fucking Porter" is that in most other fandoms that would be a fandom in-joke to simplify a more complex potential relationship because basically we know about them is they always show up together and Jace seems to be putting up with a lot re: The Rat Grinders

But the thing about Fantasy High is that Brennan said Porter's only evil because it was funny

And Jace is only with Porter all the time because they were like the two established teachers who weren't dead who COULD show up at the cafeteria in episode 3

So on a Meta level, Jace is only evil because Porter is evil, and since things can become canon because they're funny, "Jace is evil because he and Porter are fucking" is plausible in universe because it's basically why he's evil on a meta level

[atinycelery]

Sometimes I just think about how small Clary is, she's described as small and short, multiple times. And her boyfriend is this tall buff (iirc he just keep getting taller in all his new appearances from other characters pov xD) guy.

Then I remember when Clary said that Jace looks at her like she's a small miracle, he looked at her as he always had, as if she were a small miracle, the kind you kept close to your heart. (Cohf)

This tiny, strong girl is his entire heart and universe, he loves her sm, i can't

Clary : *exists*

Jace :

when they're tiny and tol and she's his world, brb sobbing

[east-polaris]

Jace is so funny to me because he got this giant obvious scar and he was like “oh shit I need to cover this up. CANT get rid of the V-neck though, that’s too iconic. Instead I will wear this big ass suspicious scarf, that’ll be nice and inconspicuous”

[tiredandoptimistic]

Shout-out to Cassandra Clare for appreciating the intimacy of characters calling each other by their full names when everyone else uses a nickname for them

[just-jace19]

I found this house on the beach a bit ago. I decided to make a home for myself in the basement. Thought it was abandoned, but apparently someone named Beemin lives there. Thankfully, they didn’t kick me out. Honestly, they’re pretty cool.

[tyblackthornfrog]

alec and clary's friendship has truly come a long way considering that it started by alec insisting a demon committed suicide just to deny the fact that clary killed it

[bbygirl-aemond]

harwin you ARE the father

[dr3amfyr-e]

jacaerys velaryon x fem!knight!reader drabble based on this ask <3 ( w. 735 )

꒰ dame is the historical title for a female knight, though i don't think its ever used in asoiaf ꒱

check out my event ! ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

"your grace-"

"i am your prince, and i command it," jacaerys replies, a cocksure grin tugging at his mouth.

you gaze upon the prince, shifting in your stiff metal armour. these suits are not made to fit ladies — the breastplate presses uncomfortably on your chest, and the sharp steel edge of the bodice digs painfully into your hips where it rests too low. queen rhaenyra had made efforts to have a suit forged to your measurements, but this was the placeholder.

"you... already have guards, your grace — two that wait outside of your room at all times. i mean no offense, but would it not be pointless to have a guard inside as well?" you ask, anxiously rolling the hilt of your sword in your palm.

its late into the evening, sun setting upon the rocky facade of dragonstone and bathing everything in a reddish-golden light. he draws a finger across the table where he sits, looking up at you. jacaerys comports himself with a regal air, all smooth black attire and calculating eyes. those very eyes, dark and deep, assessing you in this moment.

he stops his absentminded little circles, straightening up in his seat. he sighs, clasping his hands in his lap and casting his gaze upon them, "it is only... my mother, the queen, was attacked in her chambers only a fortnight ago. there is unrest in the castle, moreso since. i feel-" he looks up at you, mouth in a soft pout and eyes glassy, "unsafe."

he's intelligent, and strategizing, and very endearing in his little manipulative streak. he knew just how to bend you, he had seen you crumple at the fall of his tears before.

"if-" fuck, "you... you must speak to your mother about this, my prince."

he graces you with this horrible, mock-hopeful expression, "you would not object?"

"not if this is what you wish. i am sworn to house targaryen, and you... are my prince."

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

"this suits you."

as a guard, you are limited in your permission to move. you stand, back to the door and one hand on your sword at all times — you do spare the prince a glance when he speaks.

"pardon, your grace?"

his hair is damp from his bath, curls slicked back with water. he's clad in naught but a thin tunic and linen breeches, a scarlet robe draped over his lithe frame. he gestures fluidly at your body when he replies, "the armour. the smith did a wondrous job in tailoring it to fit."

his gaze is far from subtle — eyes starting at the curve of your throat, lingering briefly at your shoulders and arms and waist, before landing where your thick woolen skirt meets your boots.

you swallow thickly, "thank you, my prince."

his eyes dart back up, smile deceptively sweet, "the hour grows late," a few calculated steps forwards, "i fear words for my gratitude escape me-" that sweet, warm smile, "but i am glad that you are here-" his hand, searingly warm, lands upon the part of your bicep exposed by your pauldron.

before you can reply, he squeezes gently. and then he's gone — that spot on your arm warm still, even through the long sleeves of your tunic. he has departed for his bed across the room, no glance spared behind him, single-minded attention focused on his destination.

you stand still at your post, eyes flitting around the room as he prepares to sleep. it is obviously a show, carefully designed for your eyes -

the way he sits on the bed facing you, rolling his shoulders and then neck; how he stands, body unfolding with measured grace; his hand carding through his hair, damp curls spilling around his face once disrupted. he doesn't look at you, as if this drama and allure is part of his nightly routine. his robe comes off slowly, one arm and then the other before it cascades down his back like water.

"i prefer to sleep in fewer clothes," he says, looking back over his shoulder, the cruelest little smile deepening his dimples, "if that does not offend, dame."

you're in no position to say no, to deny him any request. so you shake your head, "it does not offend, your grace."

his shirt comes next, arms and shoulders moving in a way intended to show the lean muscles from a lifetime of sword training.

a long night ahead, no doubt.