#THREAD; ( JACE )

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why won't someone see your friend? what would you do if someone saw your friend??

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[cateyesinlove]

Threads of Black and Threads of Green

Jace Velaryon/ targaryen x Helaena Targaryen

TW: none

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Chapter one; Dance of The Dragons I

Helaena’s mornings had begun the same way every day since her sister had taken her rightful place on the Iron throne. She would wake up, break her fast alone then visit her mother, spend her afternoon in the garden, reading or having tea with her sister until it was time for her supper. Now that she no longer was Queen she was allowed so many more things like sleeping longer, more freedom to have a say in matters regarding herself, and finally, she was able to take the reigns of her life, while Helaena had been Queen she had wilded no real power given that her mother made certain that everything was done how she wanted not how Helaena wished for it.

Helaena enjoyed doing things by herself, she had always enjoyed it, from brushing her hair to choosing her clothes. When she was younger she had been able to pick her dresses, after the crowning of Aegon, her mother instructed the maids to select Helaenas cloths, something regal that made her look the part of Queen she was to play. Helaena often felt like her mother was intentionally putting her in the dresses that would overwhelm her the most making her skin crawl, the feeling of needles prickling her, the sensation of hundreds of small ants running around her body, now just the thoughts of those dresses brought her to tears

The first time she had spent an afternoon with her sister after the coronation, the first time she had truly interacted with Rhaenyra since the retaking of Kingslanding since Helaena of course had not been allowed to attend the coronation for her safety, her sister had asked how Helaena was, how she felt and if there had been anything she could do for her. 

“Anything that I can do to help, sister?” the Queen had asked her one afternoon as they drank tea.  

“I wish for the maids to not touch me!.” she blurted out, part of her felt ashamed that she had spoken so bluntly to the Queen but Rhaenyra had just smiled at her and instructed every single person of Helaenas staff to not lay a finger on her sister if she did not desire it. Later that night as Helaena brushed her hair, she was reminiscing about how she hadn’t even thought for a second to ask about her mother and to plead for her.

She finished preparing for the day by herself and proceeded to break her fast while reading a book. Days in the Keep were slow but gentle to her. She would usually be left alone until she visited her mother in the cells, and some days after the visits, she would ask her sister for tea. 

She felt queasy and quickly rushed towards her chamber pot, vomiting everything she had eaten. Oh the joys of pregnancy, she thought bitterly, after feeling better she quickly proceeded to do her business in it to try and hide the vomit.

Once she was done she came back to her couch, placed a hand on her belly, and wondered what her sister would do if her child turned out to be a boy. Naturally, he would be an heir for Aegon that is if her husband still lived, worse some lord would rally behind her child to dethrone Rhaenyra and place him on the throne, however, if the baby was a girl, she would be another bargaining chip for the Greens to marry away in exchange for armies and alliances; Helaena feared for her babe, why could her children not been fathered by another man, a good man or the man she loved and longed for. Would Rhaenyra allow her babe to live? Helaena knew that it was a risk for Rhaenyras's position to let her child live but could she be capable of killing her or her child? 

Unable to move from the panic and overwhelming feelings she spent all day there, never moving from her seat ignoring as maids came and went, wondering, planning, and praying to whatever God would listen, asking for guidance on how to coax her sister to let her babe live when she had realized the sun was setting, she had skipped visiting her mother and by now it was too late to request an audience with her sister. 

The door opened unpromptedly later that afternoon, “Lady Helaena, Lady Mysaria is here to see you.” Ser Lyonel informed her as he allowed the woman to enter her room. 

A new development in her life was that most nobles had begun calling her Lady Helaena rather than Princess unless her sister was present. She had passed from Princess to only Lady Helaena. 

“Thank you Ser,” she thanked him and proceeded to stand up, Ser Lyonel bowed and retired to guard her door again. 

“No need, to stand up princess.” Mysaria informed her with a gentle smile, “Especially in your condition.” she said to her.

“My apologies Lady Mysaria, I am not certain I understand what you mean” she immediately replied, her hands began shaking so she held them tight making sure never to bring them near her belly, she clasped them together on her lap as she sat down, no longer being able to stay standing up.” I am feeling rather well.”

Mysaria made her way to her table and sat down, “No need to lie princess.” She informed Helaena. “I know everything and so does the Queen.” 

Helaena felt the ground be swept off under her as she grew weak. “Th- the Queen knows?” 

Mysaria nodded serving herself some tea her maids had brought earlier in case she got hungry and picking it up,” Of course, after you reached that conclusion, so did I and immediately informed her.” 

“Ho-how did you find out?” she asked, eyes full of tears. 

“The same way you did,” Mysaria answered after drinking from her cup. “No bleeding, the maids informed me of your morning sickness and your strange appetite.”

“What does my sister think of this?” she asked frightened. 

Mysaria sighed setting her cup down, “The queen has a gentle heart and feels for you, I feel for you Princess Helaena but that babe,” she pointed to Helaenas belly, “is Aegon’s baby and the babe will present nothing but a challenge to the Queen, you must know that Princess.” 

“ I know, I am aware but my sister must know the babe is innocent! ” She pleads hands cradling her womb, “Wh-what if I say the babe is a bastard? I can claim I had a lover in front of the entire court! I will do whatever is necessary for my baby, please lady Mysaria, please help me keep my baby!” she cries, running to sit down at the table reaching for the woman's hand desperate for an answer.

Mysaria settles her left hand on top of Helaena’s, “The Queen and I will do what we can Princess but I can't promise you everything will be fine, this are dark times and I will not put the Queen's reign in jeopardy,” She says to Helena, thumb caressing her hand.

“I understand,” Helaena answered as tears ran down her face. 

“I will advise you Princess Helaena,” Lady Mysaria said while retracting her hands from Helaenas. “If you could betray Aegon by informing us of where he is, it would be in your best interest and maybe the small council could help you.” she offered the advice.

“Bu- but I do not know where Aegon went! I wasn't aware he had even planned to leave.” she pleads. 

“Then it would be in your best interest to find that information.” Mysaria tells her with a serious tone, almost a warning, “Talk to the one who would know,” 

Lady Mysaria had departed soon after her conversation with Helaena bidding her a good afternoon and retiring. 

After that Ser Lyonel informed her of the time, It was visit hours with her mother if she wished to see her.

Her mother, Lady Alicent Hightower. Rhaenyra had officially stripped her mother of her dowager Queen title, she was nothing more than a lady like her. 

She made her way down to the dungeons with Ser Lyonel behind her, following her of course not to protect her but to keep an eye on her. No one in this place ever cared for her, not when she was Queen, and less now that she was merely a Lady.

“Helaena! My dear!” Helaena could hear her mother before she saw her.

“Mother,” she answered as she approached the cell. She could see her mother through the small window with bars at the door of her cell. The first thing she saw was her mother's hands and then her face as she pressed herself as close as she could. 

“Oh thank the mother!” She praised grabbing Helaenas cheeks and caressing her face, “You are safe,” She sighed in relief. 

“I came to see you the day before,” Helanea reminded her. 

“Yes of course but every day I fear they will execute you for breathing the incorrect way,” she exclaims worried sick and tears gathering her eyes.

“Mother,” she sighs, uncomfortable with her mother's behavior, with her tears.

“What! Why are you acting like the only reason they aren't killing us is to prevent an uproar!” She yells angrily at Helaena and bangs the bars of the cell. 

She remembers now why she is only allowed to visit her mother in this cell, days ago her mother had gotten mad at Helaena and grabbed her through the bars of the cell, scratching her and accidentally banging Helaena against the cell. Her sister yelled at her mother and forbade her from seeing Helaena in a cell that allowed her to touch her. 

“You can not say things like that mother!” she says hardly panicking in the inside, she looks back at Sir Lyonel and the guards, they dont move nor look at them but she knows they heard her mother. 

“WHY? Because if precious rhaenyra would hear me say things like that she would what, KILL ME? She cant! I am the queen! I am the QUEEN MOTHER!” she screams in anguish, fury taking overtaking her, she drops onto her knees covering her face with her hands and then she cried like all the other times before. Helaena took a moment to observe her mother, she had on a grey tunic and her auburn hair was down, her curls going everywhere and her hands, her fingers were read and some of them bandaged after so much pinching and scratching around her nails, her one flaw she would call it. 

“We had everything, I had everything, I was a perfect queen and lady, I never meant for any of this to happened!” she sobbed. 

Helaena opted for leaving her mom, once her crying spells started it took her a couple hours to compose herself again, leaving without saying anything she felt the tears gathering in her own eyes. Helaena rarely felt resentment towards her mother, she tried not to but there occasions like this when she had no will powe to stop the morions and feeling rushing through her, how could her mother still act like the victim when she had deliberatelly put them in this position, seh had aegon and raised him since a child to be king, to steal Rhaenyras throne, then she married to him and made her have kids with him, she planned and scheamed and when things didnt go her way she gave up and now blames everyone else. 

As she made her way to her room quickly Ser Lyonel was fast behind her she dried the tears away from her eyes. How horrid it had turned, she had to deal with Lady Mysaria's cryptid advice to see her mother and deal with the insanity… No.. madness, the madness that emanates from her trapped in that cell where all she does is plead with the gods and relive memory after memory of her life. Every mistake. Every error and every painful moment.

“Lady Helaena!” Sir Lyonel called her but as Helaena turned to look at him she crashed with something, someone. 

King consort Daemon Targaryen, her uncle and her son's murderer. 

“Your grace!” Ser Lyonel exclaimed as he grabbed Helaena by the shoulders, parting her from him. Helaena shuddered at the touch and quickly shook herself from his grip, “My apologies Lady Helaena was careless with her footing.” He excuses her before bowing before Daemon. 

Helaena was no one's fool, she might have not been as sane as everyone else, plagued and marked by the things she had seen throughout her life but she was somewhat aware of how things worked, how the games were played, and what her uncle thought of her. 

Daemon smirked, looking down at Helaena. Through his eyes, she could feel his disdain and almost disgust. “ Of course, “ he mockingly says, “ I am sure Lady Helaena forgot she is in the ground rather than in the clouds, as always.” He snorts and keeps walking. Looking at him, she sees him dressed in dragon-riding attire, and she catches a smell. It fills her with dread, and she realizes what it is. 

He stank of death. The same smell that plagued her little boy that day.

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Tag list ( open) :

@ella-error505

[carelessflower]

Tmi gang and the perfumes they would use

your local tmi brained has come back with another analysis. this thread considered multi facets into picking a specific sense for each character, from their personality, occupation to their financial background. and feel free to add in any perfume you think also fit these characters 💖

Alec

Starting off with our beloved consul. After marrying into wealth and slowly moving away from the battlefield and into the office, Alec develops a penchant for light, comforting scents, thinking white floral, peony, and smell of freshly washed fine cashmere sweater. Note the sandalwood, through the influence of his husband

Magnus

The ever-elusive high warlock of Brooklyn. Gorgeous, exquisite taste. Say you can’t afford him and everyone knows it. Magnus loves a rich gourmand with bits of kick, much like his chaotic personality. He's a party boy at heart, but that family side sure brings out the sweetness

Clary

Clary is like the turning point between spring and summer. Windy enough for a lazy picnic. Floral but not too sweet. She needs something fresh, to roll out of bed every morning for shadowhunter training, art class, and then the occasional demon-hunting date night

Jace

The golden boy your parents warn you about. Is that the beast or the fallen angel? Can be seen either shirtless or sticking by his armies of worn leather jackets, Jace has no qualms about attracting eyes everywhere he goes. He would smell like he instigates a fight in some sleazy crowded bar, and win

Izzy

Classic. Feminine. Seductive. The fantasy of every man's dream. Vanilla, almond, and tropical fruits, it is as delicious as it get. But beware behind the sweetness, her sharp whip and sharper heels, ready to crush anyone and everyone getting in her way. And it would be an honor

Simon

He doesn’t know much about perfume but got this as a prank and refuses to stop using it unironically. He also thinks its' citrus and salt help with the sweat after training and band practice. He’s lucky Izzy happens to like his natural musky scent beneath all the spray

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Alternative pick for Alec

Still his favorite white floral, but there's more push for fresh and fruity

Alternative pick for Magnus

A million different smells at once, smokey and sexy

tag list: @magnus-the-maqnificent @literallytypogod @hoezier-than-thou @sociallyineptbibliophile @queenlilith43

@khaleesiofalicante @wandererbyheart @raziyekroos @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @alexandergideonslightwood @andrwminward

@noah-herondale-lightwood @elettralightwood @dustandducks @deliciousdetectivestranger @delightfullyterrible

@letsgofortacos

@kita-no @thelightofthebane @secrettryst @goldendreams3 @cityofdownwardspirals

@stupidfuckindinosaur

@i-have-not-slept @rinadragomir @potato-jem @kasper-tag @cam-ryt

@banesapothecary

[desastreorcalamite]

who do i have to speak to to change the prophecy? @furyfms

Grief he knew well. It was an old companion that warmed his bed late at night when the soft summer winds bit sharply, chasing away the memories of his own younger brother. It was yet another shared experience to bond them. "Prophecies do little to change the past, My Prince. The actions of the Old Gods are not ours to question."

[thecountesstribe]

I always say I hate getting into a fandom because of the inevitable discourse. You shippers remain some of the absolute worst part of the fandom. I'm not saying all shippers btw. The shippers who draw art of their favorite couples and “ship” different characters but also respect other people's “ships” cause y'know it's fiction and stuff at the end of the day, y'all are cool people. Just wanna say I love your unproblematic asses. You see the others, please go bite the dust. Why the fuck are you so mean? These people are NOT REAL!!!! The new season of hotd hasn't even started and y'all are already back on your bullshit. Being racist and sending death threats towards the cast and other people in the fandom and just overall being fuckin vile human beings because “your ship doesn't make sense or have chemistry or yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah” STFU!. LEAVE THE ACTORS ALONE, LEAVE THE PRODUCERS AND THE SHOW STAFF ALONE. LEAVE OTHER PEOPLE ALONE!! GO OUTSIDE AND BREATHE THE FRESH AIR, THE SHIT IS NEVER THAT SERIOUS. SEVEN FUCKIN HELLS MAN. Let's use Beth and Harry for an example, the stuff that comes from some of your accounts are absolutely vile and I wish you the fuckin worst. Then y'all love quoting “but they're not following the source material” to justify y'all being racist and nasty towards them. I have some news for you. If you read the books and not just gloss over what you wanna read you'd know that their characters were inevitably endgame had everything went right, there was no such thing as “BROKEBACK WINTERFELL”, as fun as that plot would've been, Jace and Cregan had a brotherly relationship and “Sara Snow” was just Mushroom only account and he wasn't even near or in Winterfell, so it was probably just his “fevered musings” she probably 100% didn't even exist, it was a campaign to slander Rhaenyra and her children and that's canon. Calling Bethany all sorts of vile things cause you're not in the writers room and can't write your headcanons is sick. Sending death threats to Harry is absolutely mental. Seek professional help!! Not just them alone but you get the gist. Please just try to be decent people. You don't have to like something everybody else probably likes but you also don't have to be a CUNT for no apparent reason. IT'S JUST FICTION. LET'S JUST WATCH THE SHITSHOW AND HAVE FUN.

[backmaskcd]

closed starter for @wanderinglcst (siobhan) location: just outside town hall

"Woah; what, did you raid a wedding before coming here?" Jace was shocked by her armful of wedding dress, giving her a kind smile. "I didn't think anyone would honeymoon in Huntsville... I'm Jace. I take it you just sort of stumbled in here recently?"

[wormful]

a starter for @anexthetxc.

　　"So let me get this straight — you agreed to go on a date with this guy after like five minutes of talking to him? On a dating app?" He rolled his eyes, scrolling through his phone idly as his roommate continued to prepare for their date later that evening. "I don't trust him."

[grcveyacd]

“ you know, one of these days, we’re going to get caught. “ his voice is soft as he shifts over in his bed, making room for them to slide underneath his covers. luckily, his band mates were oblivious to what was going on between them, and aria was too stuck in her own head to actually see the writing on the wall. the longing looks across the room, the subtle brushing of fingers whenever they passed one another, the flirty banter — it was all there, but had gone unnoticed for months now. which was probably a good thing all things considered. “ think you could handle everyone knowing? “  // @ofcrxwns ( based on x )

[worthyheir]

Think about this - Rhaenyra leaves for 10 days to search for Luke or any sign of him before she finds Arrax's wing and the cloak, and Jace arrives back at Dragonstone AFTER she has. But who sent the raven to the North to get ahold of Jace?

He also probably was doing so well in the Vale and in the North securing the alliances they needed and probably thought that, because Luke's journey was shorter and everyone was so confident that Storm's End would support them, that he was already back at Dragonstone and everything was fine because there had been no news until the worst news.

Travel time for a raven from Dragonstone to Winterfell if 4 days (add a day if Jace is at the Wall per the show for the raven to fly) so 5 days, if the raven was sent immediately (and it likely was, though probably not from Rhaenyra since she probably left immediately). Jace obviously traveled to the Wall with Cregan, which means Vermax was probably still at Winterfell (unless he flew ahead but unlikely as dragons did not like going near the wall and Vermax was young), which means they went by horse, which is 16-22 days of travel time. I suspect Jace was in the North at least 2-3 months after his time in the Vale (probably a week), and Sisteron and White Harbor briefly (like 2-3 days each), so 2 weeks before he gets to Winterfell, where he is for 2-3 months because he is said to have been hunting with Cregan as well, especially when 3 weeks of that was travel BACK to Winterfell so he could return to Dragonstone.

In retrospect, it's only like 55ish hours from Dragonstone to Storm's End on Dragonback, and then how long did Borros wait to send the raven to Rhaenyra at Dragonstone in the first place after Luke was killed by Vhagar and Aemond? How long did Aemond wait to go inside and inform the lord of Storm's End what had occured just outside his walls? He wasn't stupid - he knew that was like to shedding the first blood of the war (who really counts what happened in the small council, especially since that wasn't common knowledge / Aemond wasn't there anyway?).

[exmcrtis]

location: her garage

closed starter for: @backmaskcd (jace)

"are you gonna help me?" yale was clearly annoyed as she dropped a few things onto the ground, turning to glare directly at jace. he looked like he had his head in the clouds again, but she was trying to clean the garage up to make space for their band equipment, and she needed help. at least, she had convinced herself that she needed help so she could spend time with her best friend. "or are you too busy daydreaming about ballerinas?"

[bigdaddydaemon]

❝ you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ❞ | @worthyheir | i have no idea what meme this was

the king consort's lilac eyes focus on the overcast sky above , head tipped back , loose hair flowing in the calm breeze. his gaze flickers to the corners of his eyes , as though he could see his step - son approach him from behind. young jacaerys had always been OBSERVANT ──── a wonderful trait to have as his mother’s heir , one that would serve him well in his meetings with the small council , when the time came.

“ this place will have you HOWLING at the moon. ” he rights his posture and twists at the waist to face the approaching prince of dragonstone. a distinct clicking sounds in the distance , echoing off the expanse of land and the water of the gods eye ──── caraxes has grown restless. it is a wonder that he has not ABANDONED his rider , so desperate to return to the mate who awaited him in the skies above dragonstone. “ you best return to your queen , jacaerys. harrenhal is no place for you. ”

[cateyesinlove]

- Jacaerys Velaryon and Helaena Targaryen

[carelessflower]

Tmi gang and their bags

I might or not make this solely to push my secret agenda

Alec

Alec loves how big bags can carry so much paperwork, and weapons (he’s working late cause he’s the consul). Magnus practically jumped at the chance to replace Alec's tattered old duffle bag with things more durable and better quality. Also, Alec gets a customized birkin, cause he said others are ugly

Magnus

Putting aesthetic over functionality, Magnus doesn’t even bring bags most of the time, just poofing things up from the air with his magic. And other times the ones he chose would be so tiny, whose experimenting design or material render them unable to carry more than an immaculate vibe

Clary

Clary would get simple tote bags and paint/put her charms, decorations, and beads on them, making them extremely pretty and unique. Also, she lowkey stumble in some thrift store in NYC for cool artsy bohemian vintage pieces

Jace

The only bag Jace believes is the weapon bag he tried to sneak babies out for demon hunting. Else, it's Jace, his jacket, condom, and the 100th weapon he carries against the world

Izzy

She's always up to the latest it girl bags. her siblings wonder where she got all of them considering their parents were never around much. Also, those bags can’t carry more than lipstick sometimes, but who cares? Cause how many letters are in Isabelle? She ate

Simon

Even his bag is very your-nerdy-next-door-neighbor-crush-who-of-course-is-in-a-band type. Simple canvas bag that when the mood strikes, Simon decorates them with pins and stickers. He also has a prized leather satchel, courtesy of Izzy

tag list: @magnus-the-maqnificent @literallytypogod @hoezier-than-thou @sociallyineptbibliophile @queenlilith43

@khaleesiofalicante @wandererbyheart @raziyekroos @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @alexandergideonslightwood @andrwminward

@noah-herondale-lightwood @elettralightwood @dustandducks @deliciousdetectivestranger @delightfullyterrible

@letsgofortacos

@kita-no @thelightofthebane @secrettryst @goldendreams3 @cityofdownwardspirals

@stupidfuckindinosaur

@i-have-not-slept @rinadragomir @potato-jem @kasper-tag @cam-ryt

@banesapothecary

[impcrsonatcr]

“ that was a little bit excessive. “ head shakes as he stares at them, brows knit together at the interaction he had just witnessed. “ i’m all for putting someone in their place but — don’t you think you were being a little harsh? “ // @lilacheavns

[unbeleveable]

@worthyheir gets a starter from amren

"Dragons, you say?" Gray eyes seemed to glitter silver almost as if there was a flare of her old power. "How curious." In all her long, long life, Amren had never seen one. Then again, she had never strayed much from Prythian after her release from the Prison. One would think she would have wanted to get as far away as possible upon escaping, but Rhysand had managed to keep her here in Velaris, where she had made her home and found the family she hadn't been looking for.

[backmaskcd]

closed starter for @exmcrtis (asli) location: Around

Jace wasn't sure how Asli would categorize him, but he definitely thought of her as a friend. He took most relationships at face value, and considered almost anyone who was willing to tolerate his nocturnal schedule and blasé attitude about life a friend at this point.

"Hey Thumbelina Ballerina," he shot her a grin. "You wanna keep me company for lunch? Well, it's my breakfast, but I guess it's normal people's lunch."