All The Legends Are True

Good morning, everyone! As I said last night I will be rolling on here for realsies after work! Ideally, I will be on for a couple of hours before I have to go to bed! 

So, go ahead and like this lil’ post and I’ll make you a lil’ starter {probs gonna be a one-liner or music inspired}. If you’re a MULTIMUSE or a SIDE BLOG, please let me know which muse and/or blog you’d like in the reply section below or I’m just gonna pick {which could be fun}! Friendly reminder, I am not mutual exclusive, but if we haven’t interacted before I am probably going to take a look around your blog, read some things and probably say hi! ^-^

some asshole: “Why do you even like that character?”

me: “Because they’re a great character.”

asshole: “But they’ve done so many shitty and problematic things, you can’t just excuse-”

“You are the closest I will ever be to heaven,” Jace murmured as he pulled Bae closer. “And that is the best thing in the world to me.” Kissing Bae was better than heaven, in Jace’s opinion. 

Jace leaned down and nuzzled his mother, eyes screwed shut as he took in her scent. “I wanna go home,” he mumbled. But where was home? Not New York City, not anymore. Not Idris. Mama spoke French. Could France be home? Maybe. 

Jace leaned in and kissed him. “I don’t need a fairy tale. I just need you,” he mumbled against Bae’s mouth. Fairy tales were magic. Jace didn’t want or need magic to mess up either of their lives anymore. 

ALL KISSING/MAKING OUT SCENES OF PHILKAS 

Let’s hope Youtube doesn’t strike this video down since it took me some hella times to cut all the scenes. 

@notastudentlighter cont. from x

“Chris,” Jace breathed, eyes bright with a mix of fever and happiness. He stumbled forward, knocking his hip against the table. He hissed in pain, shoulders stiffening. “Chris,” he said in a soft voice. “I think I’m about to pass out.” 

And then he did.

Chris frowned when he took in the state Jace was. Worry sparked up in him, made his insides go cold for a moment and his heart pound furiously. “Jace, what happened?” He asked while he hurried over to the other, partly to make sure he was really there and partly to keep him from toppling over. 

Just when he reached Jace, the other fell and Chris wrapped his arms around him to keep him from falling flat on his face. “Shit!” He cursed and then slowly carried Jace over to the small couch to lay him down there. “I let you leave my sight for five minutes and then that,” Chris muttered softly and gently ran his hand through Jace’s hair. He could not heal, his powers blocked thanks to Wyatt, but he had some potions which could help. But first Chris went to retrieve a cold washcloth he put on Jace’s forehead. 

“Chris?” He called in his sleep. “Chris, I can’t find her.” He trembled, tears leaking from beneath his eyelids. “I can’t find her,” he repeated. His hands flexed like he was grabbing at something or someone.

Jace closed his eyes and sniffled, shaking a little. “I’m sorry mama,” he said in a small voice. “It’s my fault. He hurt you because of me.” Jace was only 23 and yet he felt like he had the weight of the universe on his thin shoulders. “I love you mama,” he said in an even smaller voice.

@lexpxrdus cont. from x

“Mama!” Jace ran to his mother. He wrapped his arms around her, ducking a little to bury his face in her shoulder. Tears burned at his eyes as he pulled back, sniffling. “I’m sorry Mama,” he said, voice trembling. “I didn’t stop him.”