#ft. jace

[castillo-aargon]

📘 driftwood

@jaceberg

[midnightscxre]

@waywordhearts [ Closed starter ]

Calloused palms traveled across the silky surface whose scent did not belong in his private quarters. The thick, sooty smoke of cigarettes smoked in the cramped space the ashy blond man called his bedroom was replaced by fresh air in which the aroma nourished the nostrils and did not disgust them. The sapphire eyes blinked away the fatigue and took in the surroundings. The confusion lasted for a couple of strong heartbeats, until the stupor of sleep was replaced by the realization of where he was. The muscular body tensed, lifting itself into a sitting position, elbows resting on knees as broad palms rubbing the heavy eyelids. Movement made him wince, a habit, instinct -- necessity to survive in the world of horrific crimes the president of ' Devil's stranglers ' chose -- always be on alert, one finger on the trigger and another ready to capture the neck of the enemy. " Hey . . . " Although the tempting shape in front of him was no way near a repellent sight he needs to destroy, nothing he needs to ' fear ', the caution remained for a moment too long.

The usual feeling of irritation that would rise as a tide seeing a ' sweet-bud ' overstaying her welcome back in the motor club was replaced by some strange relaxation, sight of the woman mellowing the senses, silencing the constant worry and driving the everlasting tension in the broad shoulders away. Azure irises fell upon a strangely shaped cup, probably a work of art Jace didn't know how to appreciate since his beverages came either in bottles or disposable paper cups, from which steam was rising, carrying another seducing smell. Rough fingers curled over the prepared drink, bringing it to the smirking lips. " Thanks . . . " a name. A name was supposed to be added at the end of the word of appreciation. A name he didn't know. Was not supposed to know. Jace entered this arrangement with rules chiseled in stone tables - no names, no details, no calls, no talks, no. . . well, nothing but physical pleasure. An exchange that worked perfectly well until the present moment.

Not that the man didn't have an abundance of willing women back at his motor club, but those had nothing to say except for ' yes sir, whatever you wish sir ', like programmed robots in tight skirts -- something Jace didn't find compelling at all. Boring. Yet, no matter with who he shared the sheets for the night, his rules were clear to the other person as well. Not one woman, even those whose heart was broken by the ugly truth, had one bad thing to say about Jace Catto. A man who never hid his intentions, had his cards open -- that he will never be nothing but a pleasure provider. That he can't stay and be the knight in the shining armor. Not because he didn't want to, hell, one of the biggest hidden dreams was a stable relationship that bloomed in a loving family -- white fence, dog, house, couple of kids and a wife. . . a distant dream. Jace saw too many of his fellow men lost their sanity to alcohol, drugs and sorrow after reality slapped them in the face. For criminals like them, there was no happy ending. Family killed, kidnapped, or just ran after they realized how cruel the world of crime is. The man vowed never to expose no one to its horrors.

" I really didn't mean to crash here, darling. No fake excuses. I wouldn't hold it against you if you kicked me out. " soft muscle licked the drops of coffee from the lips. What in the bloody hell is her name? Thought rang through the privacy of his head. Grabbing the crumpled white t-shirt from the corner of the sofa, Jace pulled it over the head and strong arms. Why did he stay in the first place? Man couldn't recall, yet there was no alcohol, or better said not enough of it, for him to use as an excuse -- it was just tiredness and the feeling of relaxation that made him stay. Jace got to his feet, scanning the living room as he approached her, taking a few hefty sips of the divine coffee. " Nice place. You live alone or should I expect an angry boyfriend coming too early from a business trip and have a nice brawl for a wake up recipe instead of the coffee? " Smooth chuckle accompanied the half-joke, because the example happened more than once. . . Finally the feet stopped collecting steps and the much larger silhouette towered over the smaller one. Corners of the lips curling in a smile before the brain even realized it. " Don't take this the wrong way darling but, I think crashing at one's crib and serving coffee demands a name. " crossing his own limits, Jace continued. " I know the deal and all, but ermm. . . would like to express my thanks properly, ye? " Slight Irish accent explained. " Name is Jace Catto. " He offered first.

[theobrowningfd]

@jaceeverett

[jamiebower-001]

A whole different flavour of handsome

Jamie Bower in "Run On" music video

[jacenotjason]

moar concept art

characters I haven't really touched in the Opposite au just yet

These were just based on memory so subject to change ppfpft

[italicized-oh]

so I should be writing a conference paper but. instead I am thinking about jace and anger. specifically autistic meltdown rage. like. god. being told what you do looks easy and so why do you complain about it / what could you possibly be upset about you have such Talent such Gift. and just being absolutely furious with nowhere to put that rage except. no. I shan't say

yes I shall say. put that rage in his hole!!

[castillo-aargon]

@jaceberg

Criminal Minds 2.08

[castillo-aargon]

✨ + jace !

castillo: If I find one more rubber duck in this house castillo: I will create seventy sock puppet accounts on Yelp castillo: Your 4.7 star rating will drop to a 2.3 castillo: Black Cat Cafe will mysteriously jump to a 4.9 castillo: Your days as Aurora Bay's premier cafe are numbered, child

@jaceberg

[midnightscxre]

@snfully​​ continued from x

There was always the taboo topic of the wrath dwelling within the usually chilled man. Even the MC gang knew better than to poke the lion, to provoke the vicious dragon from its slumber. Man with golden strands was aware of the demon residing inside his skeleton cage, aware of the devastating damage its rancor can bring -- but the truth was, good intentions and hope were powerless once the devil was freed. It was as if it took complete control of the steering wheel, pumping the nitro of rage into the body that moved as it pleased, not as Jace wanted it.

Hardened man expected some dirty details of potentially turbulent past, maybe a fun story or two he can use to avoid the same mistakes with her, to treat her better as he already was determined to do -- but what he was not ‘  ready  ‘ for, was the gruesome story that injected him with anger, blinding hatred and blood thirsty instinct. The more she spoke, the more his muscular shoulders lowered, almost trying to shield her from the past that already made its damage to her. The agonizing expression on the beautiful face making the head spin with murderous desire to crush the human scum daring to lay a hand on the prettier sex. 

“ What?  “ Hoarse, sharp whisper slipped between the teeth, jaw clenched. Barely did he let go of her when she went for the plush toy, feet moving instantly to follow, rough palm delicately but firmly finding her waist again. Blue irises observing the braveness Amelia had, something that not only amazed him, but made the crave to rip the spine out from the prick that abused her all that more intense. “ That is not enough. Not even nearly enough. “ ignoring the question about the ride, Jace’s hand cupped the rosy cheek with care, head devouring distance between them. “  What is his name?  “ as calmly as he could, Jace asked. 

“ I need you to tell me sweetheart, name and residence. If not the second thing, the first will do.  “ thumb gently brushed over the smooth skin. “  That asshole will get what is coming to him, I promise you that.  Tonight.“ and he meant it, no matter that he just met her, Jace was ready to spill blood for his name, to return the honor and dignity to the cracks of trauma that dared to ruin her past life. 

[lonelyhcart]

📸 + Sterling

@sterlingxlevin

also have an insta story from june of 2023.

[castillo-aargon]

"that's one way to describe your ideas, that's for damn sure." another coy smirk formed on his lips as he watched him have a not-so-subtle, purely facial tantrum. "don't think I won't warn him not to give anything to a certain blonde owner of aurora bay's most mediocre cafe." though his words were harsh, the tone kept it in that teasing space he basically lived in with jace. maybe it would be a christmas idea. he was practically an honorary child, after all. a stocking with a 'J' on it seemed to make its way into his house every december.

cas gave him a once over, arms crossed firmly over his chest. "ah, yes, because it's a universally known fact that women are very into the 'herbie the want to be dentist from rudolph if he was dressed as jiffy pop' look." another smug smirk fell onto his lips as his chuckles continued. his head tilted as he looked over jace again, his eyebrow rising as he studied him. "in fact, you also kind of look like a grown-up baby new year from that sequel they made to rudolph. were you one of their models for those characters? probably should look into getting royalties from their estates." he flashed him a cheesy smile. "happen to know a damn good lawyer."

though his joking nature was soon soured by the mention of 'finding him someone'. an unwelcome lump rose in his throat as his mind was inundated with thoughts of what could have been: one of her hands firmly placed in his, the other giving him a light tap and telling him to ease up on the kid. the idea that anyone but rosalyn would be in that spot made his stomach turn. a guilt, an undying devotion lingered in his thoughts. he was free to do as he wished as far as romantic partners went, but it still felt so wrong to think of anyone else but her in that position. "n-no, don't need you to do that." the shakiness in his voice was attempted to be hidden by another long drink from his glass. "aurora bay needs a resident curmudgeon and no one will take my role, thank you."

The expression on his face says everything Jace needs to know, even before Cas can utter the word 'no.' His blue eyes observe as the man takes a sip of his drink, a pout forming on his lips, reminiscent of a child whose parent has just refused to let him have a pet. If Cas won’t get it for him, he’ll find a way to do it himself—one way or another. “I always have funny ideas,” he quipped.

“And hey now,” he said, glancing at the man who looked like he was about to burst from laughter at his own joke. “I’m a lady killer,” he announced cheerfully, before his brain caught up with his words. “Not literally, but you know, ladies love me.” Of course, he was boosting his own ego with those words.

“But do you need me to fetch someone for you? With this sword right here, I’m sure I could find you a keeper,” he said, giving the scabbard a pat before gesturing with his thumb towards the crowd on the dance floor. “Especially if that’s what it takes for you to stop being such an ass all the time.”

@castillo-aargon

[mackmontgomery]

🐦 + jace !

send 🐦 for a tweet about your muse // @jaceberg

✧ — ⋆    𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

[jaceberg]

📸 + Mikey

ft. @mikeyxcallahan

[rcdiostcrs]

i feel like rhis would have adored bianca di angelo. another underworldly / dark-powered hunter!!

[midnightscxre]

The eyebrows jumped in sincere surprise, the lips covered with the taste of tobacco and the remains of whiskey from an hour ago slightly opened . "You actually work here?" tone breathed out in amazement. The notions of the gravedigger were stereotyped in his brain. Dusty, scowling, gray-faced, hunched, with a muddy shovel draped over a worn black coat -- definitely not a young, attractive woman with round sapphire eyes. Rough fingers rubbed the chin in wonder. Maybe he shouldn't have made premature judgments, after all, he had seen enough contradictory and shocking things in his thirty years of life to know not to draw conclusions based on superficial observation. Yet, it was still quite puzzling. Fortunately, Jace was drawn to things he couldn't fully explain -- it definitely explained his friendship with Clare, that woman being a constant enigma all his life, and no matter that he viewed her almost like a sister, there was so much he just couldn't understand regarding her choices.

" Well that's too bad, would enjoy a magic show, or could really use a wish. " adding with a another slight grin, man discarded the burned out cigarette, flexing his shoulders. " I don't think it's smart for you to do any more walking. " stating knowingly, head tilted towards her dusty, scratched knees. A second passed before the large shape shifted, moving closer, and thick forearms slipped under her thighs, wide palm finding it's place on her waist. Lifting her like she weighted nothing, feet began collecting steps between illuminated graves and small areas filled with flowers. A few moments were spent in pleasant silence, as the grey optics observed the scenery. Tall thumbs, statues of angels and saints, flickering lights of the candles, tidy gravel paths, shadows dancing on the grave stones. . . all unusually calming. Observing it, Jace had to admit that maybe, slightly, he began to understand Clare's choices to visit such places for mere enjoyment. Well, if he ruled out the grim reality and purpose of this area. " Have a friend. She is into this kind of stuff. . . never fully understood it. " he began casually. " Likes those bloody horror books as well. " It was strange, the way he shared an information with a stranger. President and hardened criminal like him that breaks necks and shoots people dead for not many sins, taking a stroll on a grave yard, chit-chatting about his personal life. But somehow, it didn't bother him.

" Name's Jace. " the blond man offered, looking down at her, secured in his embrace. " Had any sightings, some grave encounters while you were working here? " genuine curiosity masked with humor. Of course there was nothing supernatural. Years of kneeling on pews of an old, rotten church with a drunken priest in a small town ruled by strict religion combined with a hard life filled with tragedy roots out such believes from a person. Specially when his lifestyle was a one way ticked to hell. " I must admit darling, I know this area quite well, never seen you around. "

If it were up to Cindy Berman, she'd never see a dead anything for the remainder of her un-life. The incidents back at camp had been enough blood and destruction and trauma for more than a lifetime, as evidenced in reliving it in her mind after death and rebirth. But unfortunately that was the push and pull of the cemetery. It meant she had to come back, at least from time to time, to essentially recharge. Best to just live next to it, she thought after learning this. The people were nice enough and it gave the displaced woman a place to be. "Bad luck. Right, right- not really a believer in those sorts of things," Even with the extreme bad luck that befell her, the good luck evened it out and made the whole thing a wash. At least that's what Cindy told herself day in and day out. "Rituals? Gods, no. I just work for the caretaker here. Caretakers, whatever. Thankfully those you're talking about aren't here ever day," Faust was annoying enough without seeing him every day. The gesture would have made her blush and stammer in the old days. Even if Tommy and her were still happening, a large handsome man doing such a thing to her was not unwelcomed. There was still a smile but her nerves had cooled as her body had rotted. Like drinking of the earth's reality while six feet under. "I can say with absolute certainty that I am no witch," And yet he could've had one if he found one of the girls, "And I am no fish." Nico. Did this guy know about them? "As for my home, you can walk me there if you'd like. I live on the other side of the graveyard."

[reconstructionlegacy]

[ID: A line graph called "Malgus' Fear". The vertical axis is labelled "Malgus' fear of them," the horizontal axis is labelled "Gruntlement with this fear level". The three data points are Jace Malcolm, Satele Shan, and Darth Vowrawn. As the line, labelled "fear," shows, Malgus is slightly frightened of Jace Malcolm, somewhat frightened of Satele Shan, and extremely frightened of Darth Vowrawn. Malcolm is unhappy about this, Shan is mildly dissatisfied, and Vowrawn is extremely smug (gruntled). End ID]