Jace Wayland Fanart 소설 & 이야기

Jace emerged from the smoke, his clothes torn, one arm bleeding, eyes burning with the same fury that was in me. “You did this,” I snarled. He shook his head, expression tight. “No. He did this. I told you he couldn’t control the artifact.” “Then help me stop him,” I snapped. Jace hesitated, then nodded once. “For her.” We turned toward the sound of rising energy. The temple’s remains glowed red, the artifact floating above Kyle’s head, its tendrils sinking into his veins. He stood at the center, arms outstretched, eyes blank with madness.

“I’ve been inspired by all your stories, and I’d like to create a mural that represents our shared love for the Whispering Woods. I invite anyone who wants to contribute to join me!” Excitement rippled through the crowd as families gathered around Elara, ready to add their own artistic touch to the mural. Jace felt a surge of joy watching the community come together in this way, each person contributing a piece of themselves to the project. As the evening drew to a close, the mural began to take shape—vibrant colors and images that reflected the stories shared throughout the day. Jace stepped back, taking in the beauty of it all. This mural would serve as a lasting testament to their unity a

He calls out without taking his eyes of me, “Come take a picture of our little whore, she looks so perfect like this!” Jude comes back with his phone and a couple of other things, which he tosses on the bed as he snaps multiple pictures, “Fucking gorgeous. You know, we should blow these up and hang them up in the club, down in the dungeon area. They would make great wall hangings in the perfect setting.” “Hell yeah, they would, but it’s Ella’s decision.” Jace says in warning to his friend. “I would never do it without her permission!” Jude retaliates.

Not even close. Half of the page still sat empty. Parts of her face were unfinished. One eye carried more detail than the other. The mouth was only lightly sketched. The shadows along her cheek had been erased and redrawn so many times that faint smudges covered the paper. Charcoal dust stained her fingertips. She stared down at the page quietly. Something about it unsettled her. Because it didn't look sad. Jessica frowned. Every drawing she'd made over the last few years had carried sadness somewhere inside it.

“How many of these do you need?” Jace asked Ace. They are in the bookstore, buying the boy’s school things. The father and son were happy choosing from notebooks designed with cartoon characters. “I only need a few, Dad,” Ace replied and started to choose the designs he wanted while Emerald watched them. She saw how happy her son was, although she was annoyed with Jace because he continuously teased her on their way to the bookstore. Jace insisted on driving for them, and as usual, their son was excited about it so Emerald agreed.

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

“Our Morty Wayne is a free spirit. I hope Jay Corben stops sticking around him. Thank you.” “Jay Corben and Morty Wayne are just best friends, alright? You guys need to stop overthinking.” “Ahhhhh!!! JayTyCP is real! Admit it, guys! The evidence is right here. Stop deceiving yourself!” “All the CP fans should die. My Jay Corben is going to shine alone!” Nevertheless, what attracted Xyla the most was not the war between the fandoms but Morty’s outfit in the picture. Morty was wearing a light blue suit in the picture.

'' I smirked and playfully poked him in the side. Jace and I didn't get to speak with each other much. He was cute, though. He was tall-hence the basketball- and he had long dark brown slightly wavy hair that was pulled into a quick bun. I especially loved his eyes, they were a light brown colour that reminded me of Zoa's iced coffee for some reason. He also had a moustache and beard that connected and cut low; he was very scruffy, and I liked it. He was basically the human version of an English cocker spaniel-cute and hairy.