#MUSE : JACE WAYLAND / HERONDALE

[mythic-rose]

❝ — “I don't want to be a man. I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."

rose's 100 favorite fictional muses — 43/100: Jace Herondale

[luminescenc1e]

" You do have to admit...that I was right this time. " And every other time, he wanted to add, but didn't, he could add that later, for optimum annoyance.

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Jace Lightwood Wayland Herondale Quote Rp Meme

I don't want to be a man,I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."

Don’t touch my weapons without my permission."

You love each other-anyone can see that, looking at you- that kind of love that could burn the world down or raise it in glory.”

When you love someone, you dont have a choice. Love takes away your choices.”

There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it.”

“Usually I'm remarkably good-natured. Try me on any day that doesn't end in y.”

If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat.”

The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it is for the conceited like me.” “

I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone ‘he was heterosexual and had low expectations.’”

“It’s a pretty wet parade already.”

It means Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'

You would do anything to save him, whatever it cost you, whatever you might owe to Hell or Heaven, would you not?”

That does it,I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas.”

If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you would have been dead as a child.”

Dear God . . . the dread hour is nigh.”

Declarations of love amuse me. Especially the unrequited kind.”

“To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be destroyed.”

Don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don’t know how to be without you.”

“Have a little faith.”

“To love is a contradiction.”

My hair is naturally blonde… Just for the record”

I guess it's true what they say, there are no straight men in the trenches."

Love is the most powerful force in the world. Love can do anything.”

I don't do what I'm told, but I might do what you what you want if you ask nicely.”

Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love.”

Keeping your clothes on? I could say I wouldn’t look but that would be a lie.”

My rapier wit hides my inner pain.”

I've heard the word 'fear'. I simply choose to believe that it doesn’t apply to me.”

'It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.'

It will bring you light even among the darkest shadows of this world.

It's just this one night. In the grand scheme of things, how much can this one night matter?"

Even if one of them spills a drink on my new shoes?"

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.”

If I wanted to lie on a couch and

complain to someone about my parents, I’d hire a psychiatrist.”

My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But you look much too young to be a police officer.”

I can see why you like it here, there's a thin layer of nerd everywhere.”

It doesn’t change what we are to each other. It’s like there’s always been a piece of my soul missing, and it’s inside you”

It’s me,Watching me play scrabble often makes women swoon. Imagine if I put in an effort.”

I'm not unhappy,Only people without a purpose are unhappy. I’ve got a purpose.”

I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.”

I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then.”

Have you fallen in love with wrong person yet?”

We are meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from

the truth. That’s what it means to love someone but let them be themselves.

and I'm worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you'll wind up making out with him, too."

"Theoretically the planet can crack in half, leaving me on one side and you on the other side, forever and tragically parted, but I'm not worried about that, either. Some things are just too unlikely to dwell upon.

Do you remember at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?"

"You want to kiss me, don’t you?”

You could have had anything else in the world and you chose me.”

Code names?I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.”

Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."

“I got the wrong window at first. Gave your friend in the next cell something of a shock. Attractive fellow, what with the beard and the rags. Kind of reminds me of the street folk back home.”

"Neither does this,but I don't care. I'm sick of trying to pretend I can live without you. Don't you understand that? Can't you see it's killing me?”

“I hate brooklyn.”

Are you sure? Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.”

You've got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. “

“Because you’re lying to me. And you’re lying to yourself.”

“That you seem to be dating my dad?You’re a little young for him, to be honest.”

A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?”

Probably because going around and around in a dryer can be fatal,whereas pasta is rarely fatal.”

"I like anyone killing things, especially me."

I should have warned her about your habit of never doing what your told.”

You do seem obsessed with my look…Could it be that you're attracted to me?"

"I'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?”

“I am a man, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.”

"You may be right,I've met an attractive weasel or two in my time. He looks more like a rat.”

I've always known that about you. I don't know why I had to fall in love with someone who's more stubborn than I am.”

Nobody should get nothing on their birthday. Birthdays should be special.”

I wasn't planning to.I can't shrug anything off. My shoulder's dislocated."

"Exactly. Despite my staggering good looks , you actually don't like me that way.”

But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don’t want to want anyone but you.”

"I wish you'd stop desperately trying to get my attention like this,It's becoming embarrassing."

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.”

"You don't like 'hotstuff'? You think 'sweet cheeks' might be better? "Love crumpet'? Really? That last one's stretching it a bit. Though, technically my family is British-“

I could point out that that's not a dress, that's underwear, but I doubt it would be in my best interest."

He could bring a six-foot tall pink rabbit in a bikini back home with him if he wanted to. It’s not my business. But if you’re asking me if I’ve brought any girls back here, the answer is no. I don’t want anybody but you.”

"Well, aside from mine, of course,And I'm sure my blood is fan-tastic.”

There might be a God, and there might be none, but we are all on our own.”

“Because I’m tiny, blonde, and look good in pigtails? “

Despite everything, I can’t bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more than I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other.”

If I made a joke about just dropping by, would you write me off as cliche?”

"You're not happy to see me, then? I have to say, I'm surprised. I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cells.”

Sometimes I dream you're gone,I keep wondering when you'll figure out how much better you could do and leave me.”

My eyes are usually described as golden… and luminous.”

Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying.”

I can’t believe he took you to an actual restaurant. I assumed his idea of a date would be making you watch him play World of Warcraft with his nerd friends.”

Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”

[magiclimitsmoved]

starter call: Jace Lightwood!

[awolfhashishonor]

Modern AU Starks and Fantasy

I’m a giant nerd so here’s the Starks being giant Nerds as well. I have not read every fantasy series ever, in fact I’ve only really read a lot of the popular stuff so you probably have different ideas than me. (I’m doing all the starks in the last two generations even though a bunch of them aren’t my muses bc......I can)

Ned: He’s  a HUGE Lord of the Rings fan. He read the LOTR trilogy and the Hobbit but never any of the other stuff. He fucking loves these books though. His Children read his copy of the Hobbit but his copy of Return of the King was falling apart by the time Robb was old enough to reach the book shelves it was on so Ned bought a whole new set.

Catelyn: this is a little controversial and I think it’s because these are my mother’s favorite fantasy novels but the Shannara series by Terry Brooks. I know he’s still writing but we’re talking the original  trilogy, Sword, Elfstones, Wishsong and that’s it. No one has time for the other what five hundred trillogies.

Robb: The Wheel of Time. He loves the military stuff, the politics, the romance. It’s fourteen books (plus a prequel) of brilliant story writing. He’s not the kind of WOT fan to be upset about how Sanderson finished it even though he’s read all of Robert Jordan’s notes and stuff.

Jon: I really think Jon relates to Kaladin from The Stormlight Archive broody doesn’t fit in. It’s a good story (honestly the best books on this list) The main character is an outcast and is put into a position that is higher than he should rise to and he gets some flack for it.

Sansa: She’s proabably the hardest on this list. At first I was like “oh the Shadowhunter chronicles” and then “Nah something like the once and future king”  but no not that either “Inkheart?” I think Sansa would like the romanticism of books BUT lets be honest. Sansa loves Lord of the Rings. Ned is surprised to find out she knows the story better than even he does, and says “hey there’s this other stuff Tolkien wrote too-” She reads some of it but mostly she just loves the Trillogy and hate’s the Hobbit

Arya: I’m not gonna lie I don’t think I ever finished even this first book but If I’m remembering it correctly I think this fits, Song of the Lioness she’s all about Alanna switching places with her twin brother. tbh that’s all I remember about the book, also the cover, Alanna wrapped around a sword with her horse?

Bran: Lord of the Rings but also all of Tolkien’s world building stuff, just he’s got the whole story front to back. He and Sansa could talk about these books for HOURS and their siblings have since wandered off. He’s not seen the movies in a long time though. “it’s not that I think they’re bad or anything I’d just rather read the books”

Rickon: The Chronicles of Narnia. That’s every child’s gateway to fantasy right? however, he likes science fiction more than fantasy and loves THE SHIT out of Ender’s Game (I’ve only read the first one)

Brandon: The Witcher I’ve only read The Last Wish but “the “bad guy” is the good guy” and also the pure feral energy it gives off just scream Brandon.

Lyanna: Okay this might be even more contriversial than Cat’s but The Shadowhunter chronicles I know “what about the paralles between Arya and Lyanna” which is great but also, she cried bc Rhaegar had a beautiful voice so yknow she’s gonna fall in love with Jace lightwood/wayland/morgenstern/Herondale

Ben: I think he’d like The Nightrunner series Now, I have a lot of moral problems with this series HOWEVER it’s very gay and no one would realize it’s gay based on the covers so Ben. Also about a young boy being groomed falling into a found family when his family is all murdered. So yknow that’s Ben.

[gayfaith]

Test&Selective muses

Jace Herondale AU: 

jace was kidnapped by valentine, taken out from his mother’s womb when he was nothing but a child. still experimented on, once it came to ariel’s knowledge that a nephilim was trying to defy the rules the angels (as the angels are extraterrestial/extradimensional beings), he decided to take cards into it. first, he took jace off of valentine’s hands, freed ithuriel and chained valentine permanently to the house. then raised both jace and johnathan.

despite it all, ariel didn’t keep jace around him, instead sent him to the lightwoods as his canon stablishes, with the difference that jace was raised under both nephilim and order standards with ross having been involved in his raising. while growing up until his tenth birthday, jace had 2 fathers and not only johnathan for a sibling, but also colin as an older brother. 

when he was sent, jace was forced to lie about who had raised him, pretending to still be a wayland until the truth of his birth came out.

jace was blessed by ariel, activating (and having taught him) his extra nephilim skills from a young age, but also giving him the power to grow his wings and control (albeit with great extenuation) heavenly fire, all of this blessingsl ocked upon need.

will herondale AU

edmund herondale was one of the members of the order originally taken by ariel’s people once he was already posing as a mundane, however, due to his nephilim training he didn’t fall for those words as much as the true mundies, which eventually lead him to not follow them.

as will abandoned home after the fear of his curse, he encountered ariel and henry in his late nights events. 

convinced that they could help him break the curse, and finally realising there was no such thing thanks to them, he remained loyal to the order albeit never truly leaving the clave.

ariel granted him the power to summon his weapons in times of need, which eventually lead to him being an exceptional survivor. he also asked ariel to save jem, who was cleanse of the demon blood inside of his body and lived a happy marriage with tessa, despite will’s feelings for her.

gideon lightwood AU

gideon was introduced into the order by will, after the events of his not so beloved father and the abandonment he felt for years. he was one to know the truth for a longwhile and while he didn’t want to abandon gabriel, ariel’s help was all he could find.

in order to keep his father from turning into a demon, he made a deal with ariel renouncing to his nephilim status and turning a high priest of the order on its beginning days. he was given the blessing of immortality like other original members of the order and the power stripe both light and dark from people, with this, he removed both the demonic aspect of his father and the toxicity from jem’s blood saving both from turning. and while his father was kept into a jail, gideon was forced to pretend to be given up his nephilim status and the clave.

he never truly abandoned being a nephilim and, as he lived on his own, kept on fighting demons and using his runes, with the tools left at churches. all while spreading the word of ariel to mundanes. he was one of blair’s favorite allies back in the day when blair was the prophet.

and while he actually married sophie, he survived her.

[the-prophet-lemonade]

So how does Luke feel about Clary dating a corporate, and about probably being one herself? I'm guessing he knows Alec is a corporate and Magnus is a vigilante, and he definitely knows they their civilian personas know each other, and probably knows they know each other in the masks. How does Luke feel about this?

luke is a smart guy and he knows the harm prejudice has caused in the past ... whilst he judges idris for its crimes, he does not judge the individual, because he used to be one of them, a corporate too, for many years. obviously, we don’t know how much luke knows about jace=arkangel at this point ... sure, he knows the name jace wayland/herondale/lightwood and he remembers that was the name of one of maryse’s kids, but luke wouldn’t necessarily know that jace grew up to become arkangel (although, like i said, luke is not an idiot, and we will revisit this in the fic as luke’s subplot develops) 

but luke would also judge someone fairly, based on their own merits and the calibre of their actions, so he doesn’t hold jace’s parents or idris over him ... he judges jace for the quality of his character and how he treats clary, and he finds that acceptable (although he would definitely be keeping a close eye on things, as i can’t imagine he would want clary joining idris). this being said, clary is at college and no longer lives with jocelyn and luke, so they don’t see her often and therefore aren’t very involved in the minutiae of her life. and luke has yet to meet clary as muse (he’s only met sentinel, and arkangel at a distance). 

regarding luke’s understanding of magnus and alec and their alter egos, well ... there are a lot of details already in the fic. i recommend going back and reviewing all of luke’s interactions with them (and especially the section where wolfsbane and veil discuss knowing nightlock, when alec is still trying to figure out what nightlock’s ploy is)! and reviewing some of magnus’ phone calls with luke (in which they subtly discuss sentinel, right in front of alec lmfao) ... everything you want to know is already between the lines heheheh

[heavynlymuses-a-blog]

why do i always choose muses with such long names

jonathan christopher ' jace ' wayland lightwood morgenstern herondale

connor franklin thomas angel holtz reilly the miracle child & destroyer

[theproductofboredom]

shadowhunter au where the lightwood siblings were experiments too, clary found out about the shadowhunter thing a bit earlier and the lightwood siblings have had to deal with scorn from everyone their entire lives 

Well, Magnus thought, those must be the Lightwoods.

They had walked into Pandemonium like a cannonball through a wall and everyone in the know had turned and looked, even some people who weren’t in know had turned and looked. 

Everyone knew the Lightwoods, they were social pariahs, not angel enough for the Shadow Hunters and not demonic enough for the downworlders. 

Supposedly, Valentine went completely off the rails and had started experimenting on unborn fetuses with Downworlder blood. 

But just what were they doing in Magnus’ club? 

He watched as the beautiful Isabelle Lightwood, clad in black and red leather, walked too quickly, even for a shadowhunter, to the bar. She leaned over and whispered to the half-terrified bartender and he gave her a red drink too thick to be a cocktail. As she drank, her sharp white incisors flashed in the club lighting. She licked her lips smirking at the bartender, revelling in his fear, her lipstick the same colour as her drink. 

Magnus turned to watch Jace Lightwood, or Jace Wayland or Jace Herondale but he was more Lightwood than anything else. He was twirling a pretty girl with shining red curls and he looked at her with a serene expression, the slightest smile on his face. Supposedly he couldn’t lie but had fun playing tricks much like the Fae that he had gotten his blood from. His eyes glowed gold and he was as delicately beautiful and cold as a snow flake. 

Clary, the honorary Lightwood, had only found out that she was a shadowhunter when she was 15. As Jace twirled her, she was laughing, shining. You could almost see her wings when she looked like that. She could have rubbed elbows with anyone, with blood like hers but she had chose the Lightwood's, who found her after her mother's murder. Magnus had remembered what Catarina had hissed at him, “that girl has ten times more angel blood than a normal shadowhunter, she practically is one”. Clary always was very angel-like Magnus mused, if angels weren’t so terribly cruel. 

They were all completely terrifying in their own right, Isabel in her confidence, Jace in his viciousness to anyone other than family and Clary and Clary in her innocence but Magnus found that the Lightwood that unnerved him the most was the eldest. Alec Lightwood. Alec Lightwood with the same blood that ran through every other warlocks blood ran through Alec. Alec, who it was whispered had wings under his shirt or horns hidden in his hair. Some though that his bright startling blue eyes were his warlock mark. They were too blue to be entirely human, or shadow hunter people whispered.  

And, Magnus though, they might be right,as those terribly blue eyes stared back into his as Alec Lightwood held eye contact with him and quirked up the edge of this mouth.

[thebridgehqs]

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[ao3feed-malec]

Infinity Times Infinity

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Ioh55W

by modxminty

“You seem rather fond of the stars.” Magnus mused.

Alec looked at him, his eyes following the line of Magnus’s throat as he looked up at the sky Alec had been so infatuated with mere moments ago. Now, however, he found himself aching to take a photo of a different sight. “They're pretty.” He found himself saying, his eyes fixed more on the glitter against the man's tanned skin than the stars he was supposed to be talking about.

Words: 13359, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Catarina Loss, Tessa Gray, Maia Roberts, Simon Lewis, Isabelle Lightwood, Clary Fray, Jace Wayland, Jordan Kyle, Madzie (Shadowhunters TV)

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane & Ragnor Fell, Jem Carstairs/Tessa Gray/Will Herondale, Clary Fray/Jace Wayland, Simon Lewis/Maia Roberts

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Fluff and Angst, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Good Friend Catarina Loss, Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Domestic Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Good Boyfriend Magnus Bane, Magnus Bane & Raphael Santiago Friendship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Ioh55W

[hoshizoranoseirei-a]

J. Herondale | Shadowhunter Chronicles

Muse Name: Jonathan Christopher Herondale

Other Names: Jace, Jace Wayland, Jace Lightwood, Jace Morgenstern

Face Claim: Dominic Sherwood

Fandom: Shadowhunter Chronicles

Age: 23

Birthday: January 4th

Species: Nephilim with pure angel blood

Sexual Preference: Pansexual

Family: Stephen Herondale [father; deceased], Celine Herondale [mother; deceased], Imogen Herondale [grandmother]

Abilities:  While Jace has the ability to use runes like all other nephilim, his added power from the pure angel blood allows him to activate his runes without use of his stele

History:  Jace was born to Michael Wayland, raised to be an unbeatable soldier and loyal follower to the Clave. Or at least he’d thought he was.After seeing Valentine “kill” what he thought was his father, Jace was taken in by the Lightwoods, where he would meet his parabatai, Alec. The two boys had an instant connection and Alec was the one person Jace would ever allow himself to show weakness in front of. They grew up with Alec’s younger sister Isabelle, the three an unstoppable team and the best of the New York Institute. Everything was going great, until a trip to catch a demon met with a young girl in a storage closet who could see them. And Jace became intrigued. Bringing Clary into the Institute was on a hunch, and he wanted answers as to her Sight, why she could withstand runes without turning into a forsaken. By the time it was revealed who she was, Jace was already drawn in and he couldn’t help it. Even when they believed themselves to be siblings, Jace still wanted her as more than that and it scared him. He’d never experienced any type of love before, so why should he be granted it because a girl who never knew she was a shadowhunter walked into his life?Discovering that he wasn’t actually Clary’s brother was one of the few times Jace allowed himself to be happy, but by that time, Clary was dating Simon, and Jace didn’t want to ruin her happiness by telling her. As far as he knew, she’d moved on. When the Mortal Instruments were in danger of being united, Jace died but Clary brought him back with the wish granted by Raziel. He’s still not sure it was a good thing, given the effects he suffered from. Being saved took a toll on him, believing he had lost the woman he loved.

[eversall]

jimon + they get married because one of them needs a green card but it ends up turning into something more (ahhhhhh am i dead yet??)

idek how long ago this was sent i’m so sorry!! also, i don’t know, are you dead yet??

a story the kids won’t believe || 4k+, jace/simon + fake marriage || read on ao3

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Simon’s life gets wildly out of hand when he opens his door to a furious knocking at three in the morning on Saturday and gets a frazzled, furious Jace Wayland barging into his apartment, shouting, “You need to marry me!”

“I - “ Simon blinks at Jace, takes a step back, collides with his shoe rack, and stumbles further backwards. “Cool, okay, so like. Are you drunk?”

“No.” Jace stalks forward, twisting his hand in Simon’s collar and glaring at him with a wild kind of emotion in his eyes. “If you don’t fucking marry me in the next twenty-four hours, Lewis, I am going to be deported back to France, which is a country I didn’t even know I was from until a few hours ago, so suck it up and take one for the team and marry me.”

Simon blames his half-asleep, drowsy state, and his general saint-like nature for saying yes so quickly.

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“Matrimony?” Rebecca is wheezing with laughter, slumped over the countertop of Simon’s apartment. There are moving boxes everywhere and Jace’s stupid treadmill is placed precariously close to Simon’s guitar.

“What are you, eighty? Who uses that word anymore?” Simon asks waspishly, meticulously rearranging his coffee cabinet while Jace takes a shower. Jace needs space for his fucking tea collection. Jace needs a spot for his whey powder and protein mixes and whatever-the-fuck the green stuff is so he can keep his body like a beautiful work of art.

Simon has eyes, he’s not blind, he’s well-aware that his new husband - he shudders - looks hot enough to model for Calvin Klein, but God, it’s Jace, and he and Jace have always been better at being assholes to each other - and now Jace’s stuff is strewn through his apartment because the FBI’s immigration officer , Victor Aldertree, has a vendetta against the Lightwoods and is standing ready to fire Alec and Izzy from the FBI and deport Jace off to the home country he didn’t know he had if he so much as catches a whisper that this marriage is fake. Simon is a simple musician. He doesn’t deserve this.

“You’re married.” Rebecca grins. “And you eloped. And it’s a green-card marriage. Mom is gonna be so furious when she hears, I’m going to be the good child for a decade.”

“Not if you don’t tell her,” Simon says pointedly, and she wiggles her eyebrows furiously.

“Where’s the fun in that?” She asks, and Jace chooses that moment to stroll out of the bedroom, his towel slung low on his hips, hair damp and fluffy as it dries, humming as he roots through a box marked Toiletries.

“Make me some tea, darling.” Jace calls over his shoulder, making a kissy face at Simon. Simon glares.

“Make your own, honey.” He shoots back, and Jace cackles as he escapes into the bedroom.

“Ooh, how domestic.” Rebecca grins, eating a cookie she’s managed to unearth from somewhere in the mess. “A stunning example of matrimonial harmony.”

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Jace is the kind of fit that comes from a special hell of training, so Simon’s not surprised that he wakes up at ass o’clock to go jogging. What does surprise him is that Jace unceremoniously yanks the blankets from Simon’s sleeping form and dumps him on the ground, waking him from a deep, peaceful dream where he didn’t happen to be the only single person in their group of friends and he wasn’t roped into a fake marriage.

“Wha-” Simon starts, but Jace gently nudges Simon’s shoulder with his foot.

“Get up.” He says placidly. “We’re going running. I told Aldertree that we like to share our hobbies with each other.”

“You what.” Simon repeats furiously. “Why couldn’t your hobby be cooking?”

“It is.” Jace grabs Simon’s arm and physically hauls him up; Simon is so surprised by the strength in Jace’s grip and the previous statement that he just blinks up at Jace.

“Really?” He finally asks. “Are you gonna cook for me?”

“You’d get food poisoning if I didn’t. Do you live off of the Jade Wolf’s stuff?” Jace asks disapprovingly. “I can’t believe we’ve been friends for years and you don’t know that I can cook.”

“Enemies!” Simon shouts as he heads into the walk-in closet and fumbles his way through grabbing a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt. He’s a people pleaser, he can’t say no to Jace wanting to run with him.

Plus, he - he doesn’t actually want Jace to be deported.

“We’re not enemies. You’re as frightening as a pack of butterflies.” Jace scoffs as Simon comes back out.

“Butterflies are frightening.” Simon protests. “When they land on you and you can feel their tiny legs creeping up your arm - “

“Butterflies don’t land on me.” Jace looks at Simon for a moment with wide eyes, and then he ducks his head and snickers softly. “Simon Lewis, actual Disney princess.”

Simon splutters helplessly for a moment, because Jace’s laugh is really nice and it’s never been directed only at him before. He’s briefly, suddenly overwhelmed by it - he’s married to Jace Herondale. This is his actual husband, they need to file their taxes together, they live together for the foreseeable future -

“Come on.” Jace is holding the door open, just looking at him, and Simon swallows.

What the fuck has he gotten himself into?

.

So the thing is, back when they all first met - when Clary was recruited to work as a “consultant”  on an FBI case because her long-gone father was apparently a psychotic killer - Simon had a small crush on Jace. Just, a small one. Miniscule.

“You thought he was the literal embodiment of the sun.” Maia needles him when he complains to her at the bar.

“I made a mistake.” Simon emphasizes.

Because Jace spent a long time straight up ignoring Simon, and then a few more months teasing him relentlessly until they settled into a comfortable, bickering relationship. And now they’re married which is a huge step forward. Or backwards. Simon’s not sure.

“Well, now you’ll get to see your what-if.” Maia remarks, and Simon shakes his head.

“I don’t need to see a what-if.” He says. He picks at the edge of the bar table. “He’s not that bad anymore, not really. But it’s weird to be married.”

“Honestly?” Maia muses. “Yeah. It’s kind of frightening to think that you guys are doing this. I don’t know how you’re dealing with it.”

“Poorly.” Simon admits, and then he downs a shot.

.

Living with Jace is…something, alright.

They share a bed, because Aldertree warns them that he might pop in for a visit at any time, and besides the fact that Jace hogs all the covers, it’s mostly okay. They’re two fully grown men, but they keep to their own side of the bed and it’s fine.

Jace is always gone in the morning before Simon wakes up, off with his siblings to the FBI building for whatever assignment they’re working on. Simon gets up covered in blankets, which - he’s pretty sure Jace is tucking him in before he leaves for work. He can’t prove it, but it’s happening.

Jace isn’t a great roommate. For all his cooking skills, he’s shit at remembering what food to bring home and they end up with too much in the fridge or too little, and the milk is always expired. Simon tries to use the time Jace isn’t home to write songs and practice for his nightly gigs or record covers for his YouTube channel, but Jace has a habit of coming back at random times of the day if he finishes an op and sleeping off his exhaustion.

Simon doesn’t want to be the dick that wakes Jace up, especially when Jace stumbles through the door with scratches and bruises decorating his face, tiredness set deep in the lines of his shoulders. So he murmurs a hello to Jace, makes sure the dude changes before he falls asleep, and totes his guitar out to Luke’s, where he can practice in the boathouse. It’s inconvenient as hell.

One day, though -

“Where do you always go?” Jace asks, toeing off his shoes near the door. Simon looks up from where he’s packing his notebook up.

“What?” he asks.

“When I come home to sleep.” Jace clarifies, and Simon’s heart leaps for a second at the way Jace says ‘home’. He clears his throat.

“I go to Luke’s place?” Simon says, except it comes out more like a question, and he’s not sure why. Jace is frowning at him, so he adds, “To practice. So I don’t wake you.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Jace says, still frowning as he hangs his jacket up and disappears into the bedroom. Simon looks down bemusedly at his guitar and shrugs.

“What else am I supposed to do?” he calls out to Jace, who comes back into the living room in boxers and a T-shirt, sprawling onto the couch next to Simon.

“Play for me.” Jace says.

Simon squawks and clutches his guitar closer. “So you can make fun of me? No thanks.” he says, indignant, and Jace snorts, his eyes keenly watching Simon. “I watch all your YouTube videos, you know.” He tells Simon conversationally, as if this revelation isn’t blowing Simon’s mind. “You’re good.”

“I - of course I am!” Simon splutters, and he frowns in astonishment at Jace. “You watch them?”

“Of course.” Jace gives him a look. “I’ve followed you since I met you.”

“This is it.” Simon declares. “I’ve died and gone into the twilight zone.” Jace laughs, and nudges Simon’s knee with his foot.

“Just play, dude.” He says. Simon pushes his glasses up his nose and fixes Jace with a look.

“Only because you’re basically my number one fan.” Simon says mockingly, and Jace snorts, crossing his legs underneath him and letting his head fall back onto the couch cushions as Simon begins to strum his guitar again.

He plays a softer song, one that he’s been workshopping for the past few hours. He wants to layer it over an irregular synth beat or something, but he’s got to figure out the feel of the tune first, and work out some lyrics. He hums, low and thoughtful, as he loses himself in the music, keeping one eye on Jace. Jace’s eyes drift shut, eyelashes fanning across his cheeks as his fingers lazily tap along his thigh, out of sync with Simon’s music but looking an awful lot like a piano melody that Jace is constructing in his head.

It’s sweet, and peaceful, and Simon can’t control the growing feeling of contentment in his chest as Jace’s face relaxes, stress lines melting away as his fingers go slower and slower, until they fall completely still and his face goes lax, his mouth parting slightly as he falls asleep. Simon keeps playing, shifting his chords to something lower and more like a lullaby, winding the song down as peacefully as possible so he doesn’t wake Jace up.

It seems like hours later that he finally stops strumming, his eyes trained intently on Jace’s peaceful face. Jace is young, and Simon is reminded all over again how unfair it is that the world’s thrown so much against him. Trying to find his birth father after the shit show that was Valentine had been a big enough step, but to be hit with possible deportation for it?

Jace doesn’t deserve that. Simon sighs and places his guitar to the side before he carefully slides his arms under Jace’s neck and the back of his knees, silently counting to three before pushing upward, grunting with the weight of carrying a fully-grown man.

Jace makes a discontented noise and turn his head, his nose brushing Simon’s collarbone as he curls in on himself in Simon’s arms, making himself smaller in the short trek to the bedroom. Simon lowers him to the covers, and stands up slowly, sighing as he watches the way Jace unconsciously reaches for Simon, looking for him even through his sleep.

.

“Who’s great idea was it,” Simon mumbles as he sways into the kitchen, “to invite everyone over only to get hammered.”

“You’re not hammered.” Jace says, amused, from where he’s cutting a cheesecake. “You’re just a ridiculously cheerful, slightly buzzed loser.”

“A loser who’s helping you host a grown-up dinner party, be grateful.” Simon scolds, absently moving to gather plates. From the living room, he hears a slap, and then raucous laughter. Honestly, he’s not sure he wants to know who just got hit.

“I knew I shouldn’t have brought out the champagne.” Jace muses as he wipes his hands on a dish towel and looks at Simon. “Alec likes it, but drunk-Alec is a bad influence on everyone.”

A faint scream of butts comes from the living room, and Jace looks alarmed for a moment as Simon snickers. “There he goes again.”

“Magnus will keep an eye on him.” Simons says, rooting around the cutlery drawer for forks.

“Hey, Si,” Jace says, and his voice is lower now, more intimate as he crosses his arms and walks closer to Simon, his eyes critical, “you want a coffee? You look tired.”

“It’s fine, one of the companies I sent my EP to asked for a different sample of a song so I was up late last night.” Simon runs a hand through his hair, sighing. “I really, really want that record deal. YouTube’s nice, and it’s great to have a following, but…I want to publish my music.”

“You’ll get it.” Jace says confidently. “You’re one of the best musicians I know. Don’t worry so much.”

“Not that easy.” Simon shrugs. “Thanks, though, Jace.” Jace smiles and squeezes Simon’s shoulder, taking the cheesecake and leaving the kitchen. He passes by Izzy coming into the kitchen to refill her glass of water.

“So,” Izzy says, raising an eyebrow, “you gonna tell me what this is all about, or are you gonna keep lying to yourself?”

“Lying.” Simon points a fork at her. “Lying sounds good.” Izzy snorts, flicking her hair over her shoulder and looking at him with eyes that are way too sharp.

“You gotta face it some day, Simon.” She says softly. “You’re both going to get hurt.”

“We’re going to be fine.” Simon shrugs, slings an arm around her neck. “We’re both adults who can totally be fake-married for a year, right? It’s not going to ruin my life and ruin me for other people forever. Not at all.”

“Only if you let it.” Izzy elbows him, looking at him significantly. He shrugs. He’s probably going to let it.

.

It hits Simon one Saturday, when he and Jace are in the middle of a passive aggressive fight over the coffee table. They keep moving it when the other isn’t looking, because this morning they had a screaming match over their cereal about where it should go. They called each other names, said horrible shit - the whole nine yards. Jace left - to God knows where - and Simon holed himself up in the bedroom, writing an angry song about how annoying blonde hair is.

In the weak sunlight filtering through his room, still in his pajamas, Simon comes to the abrupt conclusion that he isn’t hurt because they fought. He’s hurt because it feels too much like a real home, like a real couple, like something he imagines he would really fight over with his husband some day in the future; he’s hurt because it tastes like bitter disappointment to know that this can’t ever happen.

He emerges from his self-loathing in the afternoon to see Jace sitting at the dining table, moodily scrolling through his phone, with takeout containers in front of him.

“You’re up.” Jace says shortly. “I brought Thai.” Simon stares at him, and then hesitantly sits down, pulling the carton towards himself and opening it.

“Thanks.” He tells Jace gruffly, and Jace barely acknowledges it, just keeps looking at his phone as he eats his own food. They chew in silence; it’s deafening.

“So are we not going to talk?” Simon finally asks.

“We don’t have anything to talk about.” Jace says stiffly. Simon glares, pursing his lips, and puts his chopsticks down.

“Fine.” He bites out, and he gets up and stalks toward the bedroom. From behind him, he hears the sound of a chair scraping across the floor, and then -

“Simon.” Jace says, hand catching his wrist, tugging Simon to a stop. His face is pinched, his eyes tired. At the look in Jace’s eyes, Simon deflates.

“This isn’t worth the fight.” he says quietly. “Nap?”

Jace nods, relieved, and just like that, it’s over. They curl up in bed, facing each other, and drift off slowly to sleep in the afternoon sun. Simon feels his heart skip a beat, and then start again, steady in his chest at the thought of Jace.

.

Two weeks later, Simon nervously makes his way to a nondescript office tucked right behind the most hipster coffee shop he’s ever seen and sinks into a chair across from one of the most frightening men he’s ever met in his life.

“Stop looking at me like I’m going to kill you.” Raphael says peevishly.

“It’s a real possibility.” Simon argues, slouching back into his chair. “Well?” His heart is hammering in his throat, his hands clammy, his feet tapping nervously across the floor. Raphael looks at him keenly, and then smirks, infuriating.

“You have a record deal.” He says. “You go into the studio next week.” “Next - oh my God!” Simon shouts, shooting out of his chair. Raphael outright laughs, but Simon doesn’t care - he feels like he’s flying, deliriously ecstatic. “Raphael, thank you, you’re the best manager ever!”

“Well, you’re not a bad singer.” Raphael remarks, which is the highest praise anyone can get from the man anyway. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Simon repeats, grateful. Raphael waves it away, and then leans closer across the desk.

“Now,” He says, his voice curious, “what’s this I hear about you marrying Jace?”

“Oh.” Simon groans and sinks back into his seat. He should have figured Magnus would mention it to Meliorn and Raphael. “Yeah. It’s a thing.”

“Is it…was he threatened with deportation?”

Simon looks up in surprise, his eyes narrowing. “How did you know?” he asks. Raphael shakes his head, looking thoughtful.

“Aldertree’s threatened some of the musicians I knew before with the same thing.” He says, steepling his fingers. “I think I can help you.”

.

And just like that, it’s over. Within two weeks, thanks to Raphael’s frightening efficiency, Aldertree’s been dissuaded from pursuing a deportation case with some heavy-handed manipulation from his ex-boyfriend and a threat of a lawsuit. The FBI moves ahead with granting Jace full citizenship status, and Friday afternoon finds Jace and Simon standing outside of the municipal court, staring dumbly at divorce papers.

“So scandalous, a month-long marriage.” Simon jokes, weakly. His voice sounds strange, like it’s coming from far away, all wrong. Jace looks at him.

“Yeah.” He says flatly. “Scandalous.”

They’re wearing suits, because it felt appropriate, somehow, and now Simon feels like he’s at a funeral. He swallows, unsure, his grip on the papers tightening.

“I’m going to stay with Magnus and Alec tonight.” Jace blurts out. “I’ll come by and pack my stuff tomorrow.”

“You - “ Simon is lost, floundering, hopeless. “You can just stay with me for one more night.”

“I can’t.” Jace says. His mouth twists into a frown. “I’m sorry.”

.

Simon can’t sleep. The bed seems frighteningly large, the covers are too thin, every noise echoes, and he’s alternating between sad and angry.

“Oh Simon.” Clary says when he calls her at two in the morning. He maybe cries a little as she tells him, “You need to let yourself want things more.”

“I know.” He tells her, because he does know. It’s too little, too late.

Jace moves out the next day, coming by with a grim-faced Alec and packing all his things quicker than Simon thought possible. Alec squeezes Simon’s shoulder when Jace leaves without so much as a backwards glance, dropping his keys on the counter and walking out of the apartment.

“He doesn’t mean to be an asshole.” Alec says quietly. Simon lets out a watery laugh.

“Right, it just happens.” He replies, his voice thick, and Alec sighs.

“Take care of yourself, Simon. I’ll see you later this week.” He says, and then he picks up the last box of Jace’s stuff and leaves, and that’s it. Simon’s apartment is his again. No more waking up to a warm body, no more early morning runs, no late nights playing music with Jace. No more fighting over stupid things, no more cooking together, no more watching reruns and making fun of nineties fashion.

No more of his apartment feeling like home.

.

Simon doesn’t see Jace for weeks.

“You’re depressing.” Raphael tells Simon, his voice worried despite his harsh words, when Simon just falters halfway through a line in the studio, again. Simon shrugs his shoulders.

“Life is depressing.” he says morosely. Raphael sighs.

“Why don’t you talk to him?” he asks. Simon shakes his head furiously.

“I don’t care about him.” He says, lying outrageously. Raphael tips his head back in his chair, looking like he’s praying for strength.

“Musicians.” He says, exasperated.

.

A banging on the door startles Simon out of a restless sleep. He sits up, rubs his eyes, checks the time - a little past midnight - and slides his glasses on. The banging sounds again, and Simon swears.

“Coming.” He yells, and he stumbles out of bed to peer through the keyhole to see Jace. He swallows, closes his eyes, counts to three, and then opens the door.

“What do you want?” Simon asks, at the same time that Jace blurts out “I miss you.”

Simon blinks. Jace looks like a nightmare, hair fluffed from where he keeps running his hands through it, blue-brown eyes creased with worry and fatigue. His stubble is atrocious, like he’s forgotten how to shave, and his shirt is buttoned up wrong. He’s the most beautiful thing Simon’s ever seen.

“What?” he asks, finally, his voice high and alarmed. Jace growls, frustrated.

“I. Miss. You.” he bites out. “Don’t make me say it again.” Simon stares at him, his mind working furiously, noting the way Jace swallows.

“You gotta give me something more.” He finally says, softly, and Jace looks at him, his mouth pinched and tight.

“I can do that.” He says finally, and he steps forward and cradles Simon’s face with his large hands -

And then they’re kissing, glorious and wild, Jace’s lips insistently parting Simon’s, heat beginning to coil through Simon’s gut at the soft sound of their mouths sliding together. Simon groans and brings his hands up to weakly grasp at Jace’s shirt, his mind still half-asleep, urging Jace closer still, their noses bumping slightly as he adjusts the angle and kisses back deeper, wanting more. Jace breaks the kiss with a huff, resting their foreheads together, looking at Simon with a tiny smile on his face, his eyes light and carefree.

“That enough for you?” He asks, his voice rough, and Simon bites his lip, watching the way Jace tracks the movement.

“Well, I don’t know.” Simon says, and then quickly, before he can lose his nerve. “You wanna go on a date with me?”

“I want,” Jace says, walking Simon backwards into his apartment and kicking the door shut behind them, “to take you to bed so I can sleep properly, because sleeping with you has ruined my sleep schedule. I need you to be there, snores and all.” “I don’t fucking - you snore! - “

“You can’t prove it. Anyway, and then I want to take you out for brunch tomorrow, and then maybe - we can get started somewhere on making that green card marriage a reality.”

Simon grins, his heart doing cartwheels, pressing a kiss to the tip of Jace’s nose and laughing when he wrinkles it in response.

“Sounds good.” He says. “I’m going to win you over with my charm.” Jace rolls his eyes.

“You had me from the moment you tripped over your own name.” Jace says, and then he pitches his voice higher. “Lewis, Simon Lewis. Two first names. Am I still talking - “

“That was years ago.” Simon interrupts, confused. Jace shifts uncomfortably.

“Yeah?” He says, cautious. Simon’s eyes widen.

“Oh my God.” He shoves at Jace’s shoulder. “All this time?”

“At the risk of sounding cheesy.” Jace says slowly. “Always.”

Simon kisses him again, knotting his fingers in Jace’s hair and trying to press closer, convey everything he can’t say in the kiss. Jace pulls away, looking like he’s been hit by a truck.

“I take it,” Jace says, smirking slightly, “that you feel the same way.” Simon thumbs at Jace’s red, kiss-swollen lips, and rolls his eyes.

“Of course.” He says simply, relishing the way Jace’s eyes light up. “We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”

.

So yeah, maybe Jace isn’t his husband. But as Simon wakes up the next morning, Jace’s arms suffocating him and the sound of weak snores filling the bedroom, he can’t help but think that they’ll get there, someday. And that’s more than enough for him.

[wcrriorhearts]

leschanceux​:

Jace is tired of wondering ( though he really tried not to before, because he was happy to be a Wayland and a Lightwood and just Jace ) who he is and who his family are, of what his parents were like and just how many relatives he might have out in the world ( and if they’ll even accept him after everything ). He’s usually the very picture of cool calm, of indifference, but something about his family has a vulnerability the size of New York showing through a crack in his armour. “The Herondales have a nice variety, then,” he smiles — and it’s nice to know. It’s interesting to hear about, to be able to compare the pieces of himself to those of his ancestors. 

He might finally get some truthful answers out of somebody.

And there’s Kit to think about now — does he know about their family? Is this a journey they should be taking together? “Could you tell me about my parents first?” Jace wants to know everything about everybody he’s related to - he really does, it’s just… he doesn’t know much about his parents that isn’t they were in the Circle, so they must have been bad people ( which… he knows from living with Maryse and Robert that some - if not most - of the Circle members were not bad people ). “I’d love to hear about everybody, honestly, but I don’t know much about my parents, and I haven’t really had the chance to ask anybody without them deflecting for whatever reasons.” It seems like important information about who he is at a genetic level, things that are written into his very being just because two people came together to bring him into the world. 

Tessa is GRATEFUL that Jace doesn’t seem to be in the mood to shut her out again, but rather seems to open up to the idea of learning more about his roots. She understands that it must be hard for him to truly feel like a part of the Herondale clan, after all the adoptive parents he has associated with through the years, but there is no danger in telling him more about his family tree. He might never truly feel like he BELONGS with them, but at least he will know who they were. Tessa never felt like a member of the Starkweather family either, but it meant a lot to her back then to find out more about where she came from. 

“Well, of couse”, she says friendly and smiles at the boy. “I assume that your father’s and mother’s affiliation with the Circle is a sore topic for everyone who was also involved, because mourning their loss and speaking fairly of them would seem like they still associate with traitors”, she muses, shrugging a little. “But since I am not a Clave member and couldn’t care less what anyone thinks of me, I will gladly tell you about them. You father was my great great grandson and even though he never knew that, we met a couple of times during his life. He was raised in London at the Institute that his father ran and his parents were quite liberal. He had a lot of mundane friends, loved mundane bands and actors, worshiped the Sex Pistols and was really into rock music. He was fun loving, outgoing, a little rebellious and liked mundane culture a lot more than the Shadowhunter world. That changed when he moved to Idris and met Valentine. From what I heard, he started to become quite...different. He let go of his love for the mundane world, became very proud of his Shadowhunter heritage and rather nasty towards his parents, after he learned about my particular genes. He married Amatis when he was young and I truly think they loved each other very much, until Lucien was turned and Amatis was shunned. Their marriage was ended and your father was set up with your mother by Valentine. Mostly because she was from a good, pureblood family. He never loved her, but he cared for her. And...well I am sure you know how they both unfortunately ended”, Tessa finished, folding her hands in her lap.

“As I said, I don’t know much about your mother. She was young, sweet, quiet and I don’t think she ever had a happy life. Her parents severely abused her as a child and then Valentine manipulated her until the day she died. She definitely deserved much better than the card she was dealt. To this day I doubt she truly killed herself, but there is no proof of that. I just know she was very happy to have you and I cannot imagine she would sacrifice herself and you. But many things inside the Circle were never uncovered.”

[heartguided]

When Clary Fairchild came to possess a portal shard to access a world from which it came she had been steadily determined to locate her mother. By any means necessary. Including traveling to this very world if it meant that it would help her come closer to saving the woman she loved more dearly than anyone in her life. 

The world that she had accessed by the means of Meliorn’s help was an alternate timeline of the world that she had grown up in herself. Shadowhunters as a people don’t exist to hunt demons as they were successful in warding them from their worlds in a war centuries ago. The downworlders of their world are still prevalent, but find themselves in hiding --- blending in with humans so as to not be detected.

Clary had left this world behind once again upon deeming her trip as providing her with all of the information she could possibly get there. However, as she returned to her own world there were ripples created --- ones that were strong enough to form fissures that fractured the lines that kept the worlds apart. Leaving rifts behind that allowed these parallel worlds to have lingering connections to one another. Now these two worlds must work together in order to seal these rifts before chaos consumes both.

RULES :

Based off of the events from episode 1x10 of Shadowhunters & takes place from 1x11 onward. Interpretations of the muses are up to the muns beyond this.

IC drama is always welcome to keep plots going, but OOC drama will not be tolerated.

Mature themes will exist in this verse, so applicants should be aware of this.

Activity & connections are encouraged in the verse ! Any long periods of time being gone should be made aware to the others in the verse to be fair.

Any larger plots that could effect many characters should be discussed within the group as a whole ( a discord server will be made to keep things open for plotting & such ).

All applications should be submitted to @heartguided or @aimedtrue ( though all verse members will be given the chance to see/review all applications ). You must also be a mutual follower of both mods. 

Roles are not first come, first serve but can be reserved at the discretion of the mods.

Two versions of all muses will be allowed: one belonging to the inverted universe & the other belonging to the normal world. No duplicates will be allowed otherwise without discussion, but there will only be TWO parallel worlds.

Follow the tag gv. fragile world .

Most importantly: HAVE FUN !

APPLICATION:

ooc name & age: ooc timezone:  ic name & age:  species ( shadowhunter, shadowhunter raised mundane, downworlder, mundane ):  timeline ( normal or inverted ): small bio: triggers you wish to be tagged: discord ( if you have one to be part of the plotting server, will be removed upon acceptance to verse ):

CHARACTERS:

World Inverted Universe:

Alec Lightwood - @heartguided - 25 - Shadowhunter raised mundane 

Magnus Bane - @magnusofbane - 300+ - Warlock

Jace Herondale - @inthequiver - 23 - Shadowhunter raised mundane

Clary Morgenstern - @warstopper -  18 - Shadowhunter raised mundane

Isabelle Lightwood - @isabellesophialitewood - 19 - Shadowhunter raised mundane

Jonathan Morgenstern - @eulogys - 20 - Shadowhunter raised mundane

Valentine Morgenstern - @soulscatter - 39 - Shadowhunter raised mundane

Normal Universe:

Alec Lightwood - @aimedtrue - 25 - Shadowhunter

Magnus Bane - @berkilausihir - 300+ - Warlock

Jace Wayland - @stormland - 23 - Shadowhunter

Clary Fairchild - @dugoutofashes - 18 - Shadowhunter

Allison Argent - @bowdriven - 20 - Shadowhunter

Klaus Mikaelson - @impetuousfury - 900+ - Vampire

Asmodeus - @edoms - unknown - Prince of Hell

[waylandiish]

❉ – TAG 10 PEOPLE YOU WANT TO KNOW BETTER.

tagged by: @goldenherons​ tagging: can’t think of people marianne didn’t already tag or those who’d give a fuck to respond

name: bishop.

birthday:  feb 2nd.

zodiac: aquarius.

height: 5′1″.

sexual orientation:  pansexual bc i just like people. period. that’s it. altho honestly i could totally go for a relationship that didn’t include sex but at the same time i want sex. sex sex seexx se x  

favorite color:  crimson or black or both.

favorite book: perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky.

favorite artist/bands: ed sheeran && sleeping at last.

last movie i watched:  i just watched zootopia again like an hour ago.

hogwarts house: my highschool had this event to get freshman to know each other and the school so they had this event where we were all put together in groups and they had us take the pottermore test to divide us and i was ravenclaw.

random fact: i really like to sing like idk if i’m good but i know i’m not awful cause some people really like me singing out loud but i really like singing.

when did you create your blog?:  sept. 27th, 2017.

do you have any other blogs?:  no but i wanna make a tes: skyrim for my redguard, roque, with idris elba as the fc but it’s hard executing it the way i want w/o photoshop cause i’d ideally like to make my own icons and background.

what made you decide to get a tumblr?: i used to have one and just missed the organization of it and having more than one partner helps my muse flux.

do you get asks on a daily basis?: lmao ummm idk i feel like i reblog a meme at least once a day and i have a few people who really do good in sending me some ( @bowcfwar @pcwerfuls @runegiven cough cough ) but i’m really bad at responding to them. just normal asks tho?? nah but i wish i got more. 

why did you choose your url?:  the joke is jace has like 3829019 last names but i usually think of him as jace wayland, the classic last name. many others refer to him as lightwood instead of herondale so i was like. he’s jace wayland...ish. jace wayland lightwood herondale-fray when he takes clary’s last name LMAO