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From desert heat to cobbled streets; from broken home to the city beat . . . and all the heights that I could reach, back when I was unafraid just like a t h i e f . Jay, son of Jafar, of Disney's Descendants.

[jaydenjafar]

An independent and selective roleplay blog for Jay, son of Jafar, of Disney's Descendants. Portrayal is based off of the films, the novels, and my own headcanons. Crossover and OC friendly. Multiverse. Multiship. Est. Oct. 2017. 

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[jaydenjafar]

ooc: update.

Hello guys. I just reblogged all the old unanswered replies in my drafts in order to save them with my blog. I’m archiving this blog, and I’m downloading it/backing it up (using a tumblr script found in this video tutorial). So I wanted everything saved for sentimental reasons lol.  

It probably won’t come as a surprise, but I think I’m done with this blog. I still love Jay and I have loved writing him. But lately I’ve gone on to rping a different character in a different fandom on a different site, and so that’s where I am these days. I love you guys. Thank you to all the amazing people who have written with me over the years! Happy writing. 

[aurasqueen]

jaydenjafar​ / JAFAR, jay

@aurasqueen​ {continued from x}

Jay thought Evie would have been a much better candidate to help Mal with her wedding vows than him, but Evie was obviously really busy finishing up the custom designs everyone would be wearing to the wedding, so apparently that meant he was only one available. He wouldn’t argue Mal’s logic; at this point he’d probably do almost anything to escape Evie forcing him into his suit one more time for one more fitting. Still, he figured even Carlos would have been better at something like this than him. He must’ve been lucky enough to be busy, too.

Jay still wasn’t great at even talking about feelings, let alone writing about them. He ran his hand through his long dark hair. His eyebrows furrowed together as he made a face. “I don’t even know how most people talk about feelings, let alone write about them,” he replied. “Can’t they just give you something formal and traditional to say? I mean,  Auradon’s all about tradition. Besides, does it even really matter? You just say a few lines, then it’s all over, and we get to the cake and dancing.“ That’s what Jay figured everyone was really looking forward to: the fun part. It was totally going to be the party celebration of the year.  

WHILE evie or one of mal’s other female friends would have been a much better assistance choice in this particular instance, she hadn’t exactly planned on working on her vows until jay reminded her that she should. they’d all been so busy with their lives lately, and the purple-haired femme felt like she hadn’t seen him in a long time, so this was like killing two birds with one stone; spend some time with her friend, and also get her vows written or at least further along than they previously were. plus, mal knew she was right in assuming that jay would likely want to be anywhere but in the seamstress’ studio. 

IT’D been years now, and the half-fae didn’t feel like she’d gotten any better at expressing feelings through written word. even discussing them audibly was still a challenge sometimes, but she was doing her best. jay was likely even worse than she was, so trying to get something written between the two of them was almost comical in a sense. “ i mean, they do have a few traditional things that every couple says during their ceremony…but personal vows add something more to it, so here we are. ” she tapped her pen against her lips thoughtfully, then sighed and put down the paper she was holding. “ cake and dancing are obviously the two best parts though. i can’t even disagree with you there. ” she raised an eyebrow. “ are you actually going to bring a date, or is this going to be a another ‘dance with all of the singles’ situation for you ? ”

[upwardstrokes]

@jaydenjafar​ || Evie & Jay

❝                        Such an IDIOT.❞ Evie didn’t even need to look up as she whispered the words. Not when she could FEEL the other plop down beside her, nearly making her screw a stich up, and ESPEICALLY not when she could FEEL the way his smile split his face into two and was directed right at her. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction though, not while she was hard at work, though her LIPS did betray her some as a coy SMIRK threatened to ruin her perfectly crafted poker face.

[paintedragcn]

jaydenjafar​

Though Mal’s words sounded genuine enough, the tone of her voice wasn’t completely reassuring. She just sounded so tired, and maybe Jay picked up on it because he knew her so well, or maybe it was because he’d become pretty good at noticing little things as a thief on the Isle. But something about the way her voice sounded made him worry something else was wrong. 

“’Cause if people were choosing sides,” he went on, “you know it wouldn’t even be a question, right?” The corner of his mouth lifted in the tiniest grin. It seemed like out of all of them, he and Mal had known each other the longest. He’d always stand by her side.

Jay’s comment brought a small smile to Mal’s lips, and she managed a quiet chuckle. “Thanks,” She expressed, and then shrugged, tucking some loose hair behind her ear. “Like, seriously. Knowing I’ve got you and the others… It means a lot, that’s all.”

Mal knew that she treasured her friends, but she was still getting used to the idea of really saying it out loud, especially to them. Everything had been bottled up for so long, and letting it out before it could flood was still new territory for Mal.

“But, really, you guys don’t need to hold anything against Ben. We talked, and like, we don’t hate each other. There’s just…” She swallowed, lips pressed together, as she shook her head and gave a watery smile. “There’s no good future for us, together…”

[snnydcys-arch]

jay .

@snnydcys​ ♡ for a starter !

“So I heard you were thinking about performing your own song on the show,” Jay said. It wasn’t like he’d meant to eavesdrop or anything. He’d just been making his way to the So Random set from backstage when he’d overheard Sonny talking with one of her castmates. “You need someone to back you up? Like, on guitar? I could play bass for ya,” he offered, bright grin in place.

sonny turned around when she heard jay come up behind her. letting out a small laugh as he overheard what she said. appreciating that he was willing to help her out. which was such a relief. “i am actually looking for a back up, that would be great honestly!” the grin still on her freckled features, “thanks, jay! you’re a life saver!!”

[mackfclls-deactivated20220324]

❛ ⅰ. ╳ jaydenjafar ( jayden jafar )

“Hold on,” Jay said, trying to hold back his laughter, “you’re on that teenage soap opera?” He’d heard of Mack Falls. He’d even endured, like, maybe two minutes of it once when he’d been bored while channel surfing. But it’d been too overdramatic and cheesy for his tastes—he hadn’t been able to take much of it without feeling like gagging and quickly changing the channel.

His eyes rolled at the laughter, at the reaction he was sure he should have been used to by now. “Number one tween drama, but yes.” His palms that once sat comfortably within the front pockets of Mackenzie’s trousers removed as he folded his arms across his chest. “You know I’m the only one here who can give you directions to the funny hut, right? So do you really wanna be laughing at the guy who could send you in the wrong direction?” He happily would, only he wanted to be the one to show him the way. “And how can you laugh at me, really, you’re the one who’s about to guest star on So Random.” Which he has done so himself, and knew the humiliation that came with it.

[evlest]

jaydenjafar·:

@evlest· ♡ for a starter !

“How do you manage having powers from both your mom and your dad?” Jay asked. A mixture of disbelief and frustration came out in his tone. “I can’t even nail down one set of powers!” Granted, he hadn’t had very much practice. And that was the whole problem. It hadn’t been until several months after settling in Auradon that his powers had even manifested. A consequence from years of growing up beneath a barrier that suppressed all magic—including his own. 

It didn’t help that his father had never even told him it might be a possibility—inheriting some sort of magic from him. And it’d only been recently that Jay had even told Mal about them. But things were getting ridiculous—random objects flying through the air at all times. If Jay didn’t get his magic down soon, he’d be found out.

a   thoughtful   hum   emanates   from   rubied   lips   ,          lids   narrowed   ,          and   gaze   considering     .own   magic   had   suffered   the   same   fate   beneath   the   barrier   ,          contained   for   so   long   that   ,          when   freed   at   last   ,          IT   HAD   ALMOST   TORN   HER   APART   IN   ITS   BID   TO   ESCAPE ;          companion’s   magic   was   thankfully   far   more   mild     .

❝ well   my   parents   both   have   powers   ,          but   you   only   got   magic   from   your   dad   ,          right     ?          ❞                 after   a   pondering   stare   , fae’s   hands   reach   out   to   grasp   jay’s   dominant   ,          splaying   his   fingers   as   her   own   wander   across   his   palm   , searching    …                  ❝          fairy   godmother   once   told   me   that   some   magic   only   works   if   you   have   an   object   to   channel   it   through   ,          LIKE   SHE   DOES   WITH   HER   WAND     …your   dad   was   a   genie   ,          right     ?              so   maybe   you   need   a   lamp     …oh   ,          or   maybe   a   staff     ?          ❞

[lcvelj-a-deactivated20220503]

@jaydenjafar​ :     “ this was a solid waste of time… ”

eyes rolled to the side as they were checking in on genevieve and how she had wanted to win this game of tag ,  she was going to need someone who she can call partner in crime .   chris had been long gone lose and didn’t even offer to help her ;  so she takes things to her own hands and tried to drag jay to help her .     ❛   you say that but you’ve already finished the snacks we have for this entire operation .   now help me think of a plan to tag her out before she does .   ❜

[duskregrets]

@jaydenjafar​ liked for 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐌

The door to his classroom was left ajar during his free period, always open to any kind of interruption — and with a desk full of papers that still needed to be graded, they’d be a welcome one. He was poorly balancing his pen on nose, looking longingly at the sunshine outside his window, when he glanced toward the sound of footsteps amidst the low student chatter that came from the hall. Snatching up the pen as it fell, he smiled, “Jay! How can I help you?”

[slylittlewizard]

jaydenjafar​:

“…because your hair is really pretty and you’re completely killing the volume with the hat.” The moment she said his hair was “really pretty” caught him so off guard, his cocky grin slipped from his face and he could feel his cheeks warming. Why was his face heating up? He never blushed. But he was totally taken aback with her words, and now for some stupid reason he was feeling flustered, and then she added in that adorable smile, and he felt his own mouth forming a sheepish smile. “I mean, I can’t argue with that,” he finally said, regaining some of his cockiness (despite the fact his cheeks were still red with that annoying blush). 

“…speaking of empty wallets…do you by any chance got five dollars?” Fully regaining his composure back, and feeling the blush finally fading away, he gave her a look. “For real?” He arched an eyebrow at her. “Why do you think I stole your wallet in the first place?” he said. 

        ❝ but  you  gave  it  back.  so  i  was  hoping  you’d  have  five  dollars.  oh  well,  then.  i  guess  i’ll  just  starve. ❞  sighing  heavily,  she’s  queen  of  dramatic.  she  actually  has  five  dollars,  alex  was  just  trying  to  get  an  extra  five.  so  much  for  that….but  then  another  opportunity  quickly  springs  about.  a  BETTER  one.  doe  eyes  observe  the  way  his  cheeks  turn  warmer,  but  it  was  the  way  he  looked  caught  off  guard  that  really  has  giggles  bubbling  from  her  chest.  why  does  he  look  so  surprised?  and  so  sheepish  all  the  sudden…  where’d  all  that  confidence  just  deflate  to.  that’s  what  she  wants  to  know,  because  it’s  the  most  endearing  part  about  it.  she  loves  very  much  how  shy  he  looks.         ❝ i  see  that,  because  you’re  blushing. ❞  pearly  white  grin  etching  across  lipgloss  lips,  alex  laughs  because  he  seemed  so  cocky  but  SHE  completely  turned  him  into  mr.  tomato.  it’s  hilarious  AND  cute.  ❝  this  was  WAY  more  worth  than  the  five  dollars.  ❞  it  truly  is  and  that  says  something,  because  she  really  loves  money. 

[tideridera]

[ ID. ] jay ; jaydenjafar​

@tiderider​ [continued from x]

Jay had turned his back on the Auradon kids and the prejudiced adults who still judged them—the kids from the Isle—for being just like their villain parents. Anger burned beneath his skin, his fists at his sides itching to connect with Chad’s arrogant face for the smug remarks the prince had made about him and his friends. He’d turned away and began to follow his friends when the muttered words—”why do I even bother?”—had slipped out. The question hadn’t been directed at anyone, and he hadn’t expected an answer. Which is why he was so caught off guard by the quietly spoken response from the pirate dragging behind him. “Because you’re a better person than you think…. You suit this place.”

Jay froze in place. After a short pause, he slowly turned around, aiming his darkened scowl at his oldest enemy. He watched as Harry shifted from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable, yet continuing to speak anyway.  “And I mean that as a compliment, not an insult.”

Jay was too stunned to be able to find the words to speak. He couldn’t figure out what Harry’s motive was for saying that. What was Harry playing at? Was he trying to use this situation—the whole disaster that was Auradon Prep’s Family Day—to his advantage, in order to strike later when Jay least expected it? Harry would more likely stab Jay in the back with his hook than play nice. And Jay would more likely swing back, lunging at the chance to fight the biggest thorn in his side. Which is why Harry’s response set Jay on edge, put him on alert for any sudden movements, any signs of a possible attack.  

Yet his body language pointed to honesty, vulnerability, and Jay couldn’t fathom why Harry would say such a thing to him. Vulnerability was considered weakness on the Isle. It gave your enemies a chance to knock you down, it put a target on your back. And while they were in Auradon now, a land of safety and security, Jay’s natural instinct was to be suspicious of Harry. He was from a rival gang on the Isle, after all. And old habits died hard. 

Was it really something else, though? Was it actually possible that Auradon was making Harry soft? Was it making Jay soft?

Jay just watched him for a moment, his brow furrowed, dark scowl still in place. Finally Jay found the words, his voice coming out low so no one else would hear, even though the others were far ahead of them now. “Am I supposed to believe that?” he said, his voice a little harsher than he’d intended. “Or is Auradon making you go soft?”    

Harry could practically feel the disbelief and the distrust oozing off of jay like sludge against his skin and it annoyed him. Annoyed him that Jay couldn’t just take the compliment like one of the clueless Auradonians. Annoyed him that he had to expose himself like a nerve and let Jay pluck at it when all he wanted to do now was hit him. But what annoyed him most of all, was that he knew that had their positions been reverses, Harry would have reacted the same way. Suspicious, hostile, incredulous. Jay had every right not to believe anything that spilled from Harry’s lips, for every ounce of truth that was in his claims, there was an ulterior motive and Jay knew it.

The pirate snorted, the corners of his mouth pulling into a grin. “You can do whatever you want, Jay.” Harry said, but there was a weight to his voice as he spoke, as he turned a sharp snarl towards the son of Jafar and how he took a step forward the moment Jay accused him of going soft. A heaviness in the way he moved and spoke that felt too real. Harry clenched his jaw, blue eyes vibrant and unwavering for several long seconds before he finally shook his head and leaned back.

“Believe me. Don’t believe me.” Harry said, his brows furrowing almost as deeply as Jay’s scowl and for a moment it was less about what he could use to chisel away at Jay’s impressive armor and more about being right or seeing what Jay couldn’t and Harry saw a lot when people thought that he wasn’t looking.

Maybe that was part of why he hated Jay so much, because even when Harry didn’t mean to, he noticed him and he noticed the way the people around him noticed as well. The coach had seen it, the rest of the tourney team had seen it, even Chad had to have seen it or he wouldn’t have been so bothered by the others joining of the team. “Coronation night and none of this will matter anyway, right?”

[jaydenjafar]

another question going off of the last one and tourney, but please share your thoughts on jay and his relationship with the tourney team!

//just blogging this to save it. 

[wiltedthrone]

𝐣𝐚𝐲.

“…than just picking some flowers off the side of the road. You have to—” His brow creased as he scowled, suddenly getting a little defensive. “In my defense, I did not pick those flowers off the side of the road—” But then she was telling him wait, wait, wait, and continuing as if she hadn’t even heard him. “…you flirt with anything with a pulse, what do you mean you don’t date?”  He made an effort not to roll his eyes. He wanted to take offense at that, because it wasn’t entirely true (maybe if she’d said “anything with a skirt,” then he wouldn’t have been able to argue it). But her other questions made his scowl soften into a thoughtful frown as he considered it. 

Things were so different here in Auradon—it was like a given that people grew up to get married, have kids, live together as families. A lot of kids on the Isle only had one parent—a lot of them didn’t even know (or barely remembered) who their second parent had been. And dating? Jay had never been interested in serious dating or a real relationship—hearts came with too many strings attached, and too many messy complicated feelings. On the Isle, he’d charmed and flirted in order to get what he’d wanted (it easily distracted a girl while he quietly pocketed her jewelry). They’d all been too busy with slightly more criminal activity to actually try dating anyone. 

“It’s different on the Isle,” he said, his voice coming out softer, a bit serious. “People don’t even have friends, not really. It’s looked down upon. We were more into gang activity.” His brow wrinkled as he wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have said that. But she’d asked, and he knew he had to explain because now she’d probably keep asking. His voice became hesitant, and his dark eyes became a bit wary at what her reaction would be. “We were all on different sides, scheming against each other, fighting the other gangs away from our turf. We were too busy trying to be as rotten as our parents wanted us to be.” His eyes dropped to the table. “I don’t really know what our parents did. Most of us only had one.” He shrugged, like it wasn’t that big of a deal, while keeping his eyes averted. “Things are just…different,” he mumbled.      

gang     activity.     that     worries     her.     the     explanation     he     provides     only     makes     her     worry     more.     gang     activity     and     dating     were     not     the     same     things.     they     weren’t     even     in     the     same     universe.     jay     didn’t     need     to     be     told     that     though.     he     knew.     he     lived     it.     judging     by     his     sudden     turn     in     attitude,     he     didn’t     need     to     hear     it     from     her     anyway.     “     well     .     .     .     ”     audrey     starts,     treading     lightly.     one     wrong     step     and     she’d     overturn     the     boat,     the     not-date     would     be     over.     “     i     mean     your     .     .     .     gangs,     are     still     kind     of     like     friends,     right?     you     all     hang     out,     you     go     out     and     do  .     .      .    stuff,     you     trust     each     other,     you     protect     each     other.     ”     her     smile     is     gentle.     for     a     moment,     she     considers     reaching     out     to     touch     his     arm,     call     it     a     habit.     she     stops     herself     mid-reach,     fingers     drumming     on     the     table     near     his     arm     instead.     “     you     can     still     call     those     friends.     i     won’t     tell     anyone.     ”

the     nuclear     family     unit     was     what     audrey     was     used     to.     nearly     everyone     she     knew     grew     up     with     two     parents,     save     for     jane,     but     she     turned     out     mostly     fine.     a     life     without     one     of     her     parents     wasn’t     one     audrey     wanted     to     imagine,     nor     live     in.     they     were     so     close,     but     would     things     be     different     if     she     simply     never     knew     them?     could     you     miss     someone     you     never     knew?     or     was     their     memory     just     a     blank     space     on     a     wall     where     a     painting     should     be?     you     knew     something     was     off,     but     not     quite     what.     

“     well!    ”    audrey     pops     up,     bundling     her     flowers     in     her     arms.     chin     held     high,     she     smiles     down     at     jay.     “     since     i’m     your     first     kind     of     practice     date,     i     have     to     be     the     best.     i     feel     bad     for     all     the     girls     you’re     going     to     date     after     me,     because     they     have     big     shoes     to     fill.     not     because     my     feet     are     huge,     because     they’re     not,     but     because,     well,     hello,     it’s     me.     ”

[wonderstxrs]

jaydenjafar‌:

He could hear her following him, so he stopped where he was, but he didn’t turn around yet. He could hear the slight edge of panic to her tone, and that made his mouth tighten into a deeper frown. It almost made him feel the tiniest bit bad for leaving her, but… “… the others, they need you.’‘ No, they didn’t. It was a flimsy excuse to get him to go back with her, and he didn’t buy it. Carlos and Evie were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, they were perfectly capable of fighting and handling this whole thing without him. So was Ben, honestly. They didn’t need him.   

‘‘I need you.’‘ But then she had to go and say that. He knew he’d probably stay if she asked, but this… This statement was enough to break tiny cracks through the walls that had quickly gone up once she’d confessed to lying. The one thing strong enough to break the walls he’d put up in his defense. If that wasn’t bad enough, he heard the tinge of panic, desperation, in her voice as she said it. 

He didn’t like this situation at all–her lying, her not talking to him–but he briefly felt torn between his desire to stalk out of there and go it on his own, and the urge he was feeling to stay with her. That urge sprang up from somewhere deep down and was rising higher and higher, until it was filling his chest. The urge to help her because she was scared, because she needed him. And just like that, he knew he wouldn’t leave her. He couldn’t. He was fiercely loyal to certain people (to his family), maybe to a fault… But he couldn’t leave her hanging when she’d just admitted she needed his help. 

He still wasn’t particularly happy with her, nor with this situation, but he’d do what needed to be done. He’d do what she needed him to do. But later… When it was all said and done, when this was over, he’d hold her to her promise. Not meanly… He’d just remind her of her promise to explain. His mouth still in a tight frown (but maybe not quite as tight as it was a moment ago), he turned back around to her. “Fine,” he said simply. “Let’s round up the others and figure out our next move.” By others, he met their friends, not particularly Uma or Harry or Gil. Though they’d have to do something about that at some point. He walked past her and headed back. 

Arms wrap around Mal’s waist, for a moment she thinks that’s it. That’s really it, he’ll leave her here. She could just follow him patheticly but she had enough pride left to let him go if he starts moving again. Didn’t mean it wasn’t hurting her. She did this, she gets that. But- she never meant for any of this, all she did.. all she tried to do was to take care of everyone. She sucks at it, clearly. If hurting the people closest to her is the cost, maybe being a Queen really isn’t for her. They shouldn’t have asked her. Her loyalty and intentions had been conflicted from the beginning, so.. so why did they? why ask Mal? not that it matters now…

Mal wants to say something, but there was nothing left to say. Not unless she actually decides to open up about.. why she didn’t tell him, because as much as she told herself it was for the same reason as not telling Evie and Carlos, it wasn’t. Not really. 

But the feeling that was weighing on her heart vanishes quickly, hope shimmers in her eyes at his words. Forcing herself out of the vulnerable emotions that were ambushing her, she blinks away the insecurity and pain that this entire ordeal brought along. She’ll panic about this later, and knowing Jay.. he won’t let her off easy. Although- easier then the others probably. It’s just.. a different kind of hurt. ‘’Alright.’’ her lips twitch slightly, but she supresses it. Smiling would give him the wrong message, wouldn’t it? but there’s no doubt about the relieve on her face. 

As well as she knows him, as well as he knows her. Her fear of abandonment ( after all, if her mother couldn’t love her, why would her friends be different?  why– why would jay be different? ) was bigger then trusting what she believed to be true about him, about how strong their friendship is - and always had been. He’s her ride or die, always will be. Maybe one day she’ll she’ll fully believe that enough to not let the fear get the better of her. She turns, starts moving back in the direction they came from. 

She stopped at the clearing, froze, eyes locked on their friends turned in stone as her hands reach back for him - having not turned back to Jay yet, the move done so he wouldn’t bump into her but also because she just– for a moment, needed the safety he provided. Head turns, eyes searching his face. Some part of her needed to be sure he was fine, at least.. at least he isn’t turned to stone. 

[jaydenjafar]

I have a new theme! I’m still playing with it a little bit but it’s set up.

[jaydenjafar]

I miss Jay a little. I’m kind of thinking about coming back, but I don’t know.