#no telling jasper sting

[gaypirate420]

Bath // Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x gender neutral!reader.

A/N: Thank you to @steh-lar-uh-nuhs for sharing these. Huge inspiration!

Summary: After the battle with the newborns, you give Jasper a bath to make him relax.

Fluff. A little suggestive. Reference to hypnosis?

The Cullen's make their way back home, everyone let out a sigh of relief and tiredness after such an encounter. Emmet collapses on the couch and Rosalie sits elegantly by his side, Alice makes her back to her room, her eyes unfocused as she sees different futures of what's to come. Carlisle and Esme just silently make their way to their room.

Although they're vampires who's bodies can't get tired, they are mentally exhausted. The tension hasn't faded but Jasper it's too tired to try and make them feel calm, which makes him feel worse because everyone's emotions are affecting his.

His right side it's burning with new bite marks that go from his shoulder to his forearm.

At least nobody else got hurt.

Well besides you.

The first signs that something was terribly wrong was when you had a trip to Seattle and returned as a vampire.

Jasper just remembers how scared you were, terrified of this new reality. He feels bad, you wanted to help with the battle but you're a newborn, still adapting, still learning.

He sighs, he basically locked you up in his room and he hates himself for it. At least you got your stuffed animals to keep you company and relive some of the anxiety you felt.

The blonde vampire opens the door and immediately meets you running to his arms. A smile creeps on his face as he picks you up and wraps you in a tight hug.

"Hi." You whisper, Jasper immediately notices the relief in your voice.

"Hello, darlin'." He buries his face on your neck, holding onto your scent and the comfort of your arms, it makes him forget about the venom that's running through his body.

"You smell like those dogs." You speak with a slight frown. Jasper chuckles and sniffs his hoodie, yeah, he does smell like wolves.

"How about we take a bath?" You asked with a flirty tone, pulling him by his wrist. The blonde smirks and follows behind.

"I see you've already settled in, sugar." He teases as he almost trips over one of your plushies. You giggled and pick up some things for the bath.

Jasper takes a glare of his room, it's mostly neutral colors, old photos and furniture. And then your things are a splash of color, a light of life.

Jasper rests on the wall, the pain of the venom stinging again. You looked at him worried as you fetch some towels.

"Are you alright, cowboy?" You placed a hand on his bitten arm, making him hiss in pain. You withdrawn your hand immediately.

"It's- n-nothin', hun. Just a couple of bites, nothin' I didn't expect." He explains softly, but the pain it's still on his voice. You nod, not fully convinced.

Jasper catches on the floral scent the bathroom holds now, you wave him to come inside, he smirks and takes his hoodie off.

"Stripping already?" You teased. The blonde chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist, locking his pale lips against yours. He holds the kiss, needing your touch after such an exhausting day.

He glares at your now ruby red eyes. He swore to protect you and the only day he didn't follow you somewhere you returned dead.

You kissed him again before your hands brush down his chest. Your touch is no longer warm but he feels like it is. Like the warmth you held never left you.

You pulled his shirt up, he didn't resist you at all. Your eyes widen at the sight of the bites. Jasper looks at his arm.

They look...like a normal bite would, if there's any normality in that, teeth buried deep and a horrible bruising surrounding it. Jasper sighs and closes his eyes, he feels your hand cupping his cheek.

"I'm alright, pumpkin." He tells you and kisses your forehead.

You help undress each other between giggles and teases. Jasper gets on the water, helping you to get inside.

The water it's warm, with one of your bath bombs fizzling and tinting the water pink. The scent of lavender lingers on the air and some candles were lit to make the setting more romantic.

His bathroom was very plain, white and clean, with the constant changing of home he doesn't really put much thought into decorations, but since you started dating your skincare and other stuff were lighting up his surroundings. Now his bath has all these candles, bath bombs and fancy soaps.

He sighs and makes himself comfortable. He feels your hands on his head, removing leaves and small sticks off his hair.

"Can I wash your hair, my dear?" You asked softly, Jasper nods and closes his eyes. He feels you pouring some water on his hair.

He holds your waist close to him, feeling your body, his fingers caressing up and down the curve of your back.

"I'm not going to break anymore, cowboy." You whisper as you notice his delicate touch, he doesn't change it.

He leans and kisses your lips, there's some neediness on his kiss but not desperation, he keeps it's slow and sensual.

You pour some shampoo on his golden locks, your fingers start massaging his scalp in gentle circles. Jasper moans softly, making you shiver, his lips travel down your jaw.

"You're too quiet." You whisper with clear worry, Jasper kisses down your neck, a gentle and loving kiss placed on the bite mark that lies on your neck.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just can't help thinking about- the past." He whispers against your skin, his hands holding you close and his lips kissing your shoulders.

"It's weird. I've been hurt so much before- but this is different." He keeps whispering as you massage his head.

"What do you mean?" You ask with a gentle whisper, Jasper takes a second before answering you.

"Everytime I got hurt. Bitten. I just had to...keep going. Keep fighting. Ignore the pain, ignore my emotions and discomfort." He speaks with a lingering anger, he holds you a little rougher.

"But here- with you- I can allow myself to feel. To process what's happening. I would- I used to take my mind somewhere. Think about something else, dissociate completely." He takes a deep breath. You only listen to him, feeling your heart break as he keeps talking about his past, you rinse the shampoo off.

He looks at his new marks. Your fingers caress his scars with a soft touch, making him smile, he kisses your forehead.

"I didn't had anyone to caress me. To kiss me. To hug me when I was feeling down. And definitely no one to prepare me a bath." He chuckles and locks lips once more with you. He meets your eyes and you can see this shine in his.

A glimmer of hope.

"Thank you, sugar. For everything. You brought me back to life." He smiles and kisses you again, cupping your jaw, you lean on his touch and deepen the kiss. Jasper's hands have a strong grip on your waist, not wanting to let you go.

He buries his face on your neck and takes deep breaths. Your fingers run through his hair, undoing the knots with conditioner. A smile on your face as you enjoy this tender movement.

His breath is even, he doesn't need to breath, but it feels so nice to take in your scent over and over. If he was human he would be passed out because he feels so relaxed, safe.

"I love you." You whispered as you did your best to not damage the curls of his hair you loved so much. Jasper's eyes flutter closed. Since you became a vampire you had this ability of just making him feel so relaxed, he thought you did wonders when you were human but now it's so...

"I think you might have a gift, darlin'." His words sound slurry, almost like a human who's falling asleep. You blinked at his statement.

"Oh. Well- we'll sort that on another day, let's just enjoy that today is over." You whispered, your voice holding that soothing sound of one of a professional hypnotist. He smirks, this it's going to be really interesting to figure out.

He closed his eyes once more and let you take care of him.

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A/N: Hello! It's been a little while, I know, I'm sorry, and I'm not going to say I'm going to post more constantly because I'm back to school.

Also, if you want to request things with the reader having a hypnosis/mind control gift I wouldn't mind. I've been thinking a lot about it because I just like hypnosis. What can I say.

#jasper whitlock hale #jasper whitlock #jasper cullen #jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale x y/n #jasper hale x you #jasper hale x male reader #twilight x reader

[littlebumblebeesstuff]

Can you do a jasper hale x little reader nd do have him punish them for throwing a tantrum

Fussy Baby

Hiya! I changed it a little bit, but I hope you enjoy 💙

Notes: fluff, Angst, sickness (fever), bratty reader, timeout.

It started off with a stuffy nose, that turned into a runny nose, and then back to a stuffy nose.

Then your body started to feel owie. Like when you press on a nearly healed bruise.

You didn't want to play, you didn't want to eat. You didn't want to do anything.

Jasper was very aware that sometimes his little doll just woke you up in a funny mood, but that as long as he kept an eye on you you would be ok.

He let you do what you wanted today, which was to lie on the play mat and watch cartoons on the iPad while your daddy sat in the rocking chair reading a book

You managed to pick away at a snack plate that Jasper brought you, some apple slices, some crackers, strawberries, little sandwich bites etc.

So when it turned 1pm, Jasper was ready to put you down for your nap- nothing out of the usual.

"Hey, baby." You did melt a little when he kissed the top of your head. "Come, it's time for your nap."

He was about to go and close the curtains, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard you say something he's not used to from you at all.

"No."

His head slowly turned to face the back of your head. "Excuse me?"

He was looking at you sternly and you knew it wasn't the best idea to repeat yourself, an apology was a much better option, but you were feeling frustrated and you didn't want a nap.

"Wanna try that again?" he asked raising an eyebrow at you.

Your silence is more incriminating than it should be, showing your reluctance to apologise or do as your told.

You're suddenly hoisted up by your waist and set in his hip. A whine slips from you when you realise where he is going... naughty corner.

He sat you down on the large pillow in the corner of the room, facing the wall. You pout, you didn't really know what you expected by telling him no but you really didn't want to sit here now.

"5 minutes darlin', then we can have a chat about our feelings"

Jasper soothed with a soft pat on your head. He already knew that you were feeling frustrated, but that wasn't the point. The point was for you to understand how you were feeling but also understand that you can't be rude to your daddy.

You huff and stare at the floor, listening as Jasper steps out of the play room to go and set up the bedroom for your nap.

In a very rebellious move, you shuffle over and pick up one of your toys and take it back to the naughty corner. You just wanted comfort from this icky feeling. You felt like your nose was all clogged up and you were cold despite your fluffy oodie.

Of course Jasper heard you move and sighed, rubbing his temples and walked back in.

"Darlin'.... what are the rules?" Jasper calmly walked over to you, kneeling beside you as he gently takes the toy.

"....no toys in timeout...". If it was anyone other than Jasper, they never would have heard what you said, but he nodded.

"Yes. No toys in timeout. For that, I am going to add on another 3 minutes-"

That just burst your bubble.

You let out a scream, kicking your little feet as hot, stinging tears drip down your cheeks.

All your frustrations and your ickyness was just too much for your little body to deal with.

You were instantly picked up and rocked in Jaspers arms, his cool hand rubbing over your back. His coldness was actually really soothing and you press into him as much as you can.

The next thing you know, you are in his bathroom, still in his arms, as he tries to coax you into letting him take your temperature.

You can hear the soft murmur of Carlisle talking to Jasper as you continue to fuss and cry. Soon the thermometer under your tongue beeps and shows that you have a light fever.

"Easy darlin', daddy is gonna help you feel better"

Jasper places a kiss to your temple, measuring out a dose of medicine to give you to help with your discomfort and fever.

Everything seems like a blur as you continue to cry, fussing when Jasper patiently changes you into clean pyjamas and carries you through to his bedroom rather than your adjoining little room.

By now you are starting to exhaust yourself, your sobs turning to sniffles and your fever making your head and body ache.

"Here we go, have some water baby, make you feel a little better."

Jasper holds you close as he holds your sippy cup to your lips. The cold water helped you feel a bit better, but what really makes you feel better is just being in your daddy's arms, his cool skin soothing your low fever.

You soon end up falling asleep in his arms, snuggled up under the blankets.

Jasper should have known that something was up, you were usually such a well behaved little darlin'.

When you woke up you would get all the snuggles you need and you wouldn't leave the bed for as long as possible.

#agere little #little!reader #littlereader #sfw little community #sfw little post #little reader #sfw little blog #jasper hale

[effloradox]

I’m slightly obsessed with this vampire cowboy if you couldn’t tell 😅

Being the baby in a family of vampires is a difficult position to hold. You're not a baby by any means, you're in your thirties by now, but compared to the patriarch of your new family who is over three hundred years older than you, the other vampires dwarf your time on this planet. You know that this life is a blessing, that without it you'd be long dead by now, but it still stings having your age used against you in practically every family discussion.

Carlisle has more sympathy for your age difference but Edward is the worst for it. He's only seventy years older than you and yet you'd think he was seven hundred years older from the way he acts. You can't help the fact that people born in the same year as you are still alive and well, it's not like you can make time pass quicker and yet your adoptive brother seems to take great delight in pulling rank over you in any discussions about the future of the coven. Knowing he can read your thoughts of frustration does nothing to help the situation either.

Jasper knows it bothers you. He was still fairly new to the coven when you were turned, so whilst he's older than Edward he doesn't have the same position in the coven. It doesn't bother him as much since he outlives Edward, but he understand your frustrations. One of the perks of his abilities is knowing when you're reaching the end of your patience so he can quickly intervene with the suggestion of getting out of the house if only for a while so you can calm down.

It's almost a tradition at this point that not long after a move, the two of you will seek out some private spot far from the new house, far from the new town, that will become your spot for the duration of your time in whatever new place the coven has moved to.

As far as your limited experience goes, Forks seems to be a fairly nice town. Nothing like the small English town you lived in when you were human, but it's nice. It rains almost constantly, which is a nice feeling of being back home, and the people seem more than friendly enough. Carlisle had mentioned you having your tour of the high school in the upcoming days once enough time had passed for the family to have 'settled in'. The only thing you'd actually done upon arriving in town was choosing a bedroom for you and Jasper and immediate heading out to find your new spot.

Carlisle had warned you about not breaking the treaty he had formed with the Quileutes but aside from that, you and Jasper had been given free reign. It still hurt when the last thing you'd heard before you left the house was yet another snide remark from Edward about needing to baby proof the house before the two of you returned. You'd stopped running after maybe twenty minutes, and this was definitely not going to be your spot, but Jasper got the impression you needed time to process the past rather than look to the future.

"Do you think he'll always treat me like that?" You question makes Jasper pause for a moment as he considers his response. He lets his eyes drift over the small clearing the two of you are sat in before his gaze falls back to you.

"I hope not darlin'." His words do nothing to stop the ache in your chest and he knows it. He can tell from the defeated look on your face and the way your emotions flicker across your face. He doesn't need to be an empath to know how much this tirade is starting to bother you.

"Alice said that he'd stop with time, but I don't think I can spend another thirty years listening to him be so condescending about me." The mention of your precognitive sibling makes Jasper pause. For her to have a vision of something so specific would be unusual from what he's discerned over the years.

"Did Alice see something about him stopping?" You shrug lightly, pulling your knees close to your chest.

"Not necessarily. She said she saw something big happening whilst we're here that will make him stop but that could be years away." Jasper lets out a quiet noise of consideration at your words. Alice had been having more frequent visions since you'd all moved, maybe something big was on the horizon. Last time she'd had this many was just before you'd come into their lives.

"I can ask Carlisle to speak to him if you want." You take a moment to consider his offer before shaking your head lightly.

"I think that would just make him do it more out of spite. Thank you though." You outstretch a hand to him that he's more than willing to take. Even after over a decade of being together, it never fails to fill him with joy how perfectly your hand fits in his. Like you were made for him, or he was made for you. Maybe both. It certainly feels that way when you look at him with a smile that could rival the moon for how beautiful it is.

"You want to head somewhere new?" You nod at him and allow him to help you to your feet. Even now you're both standing your hands are still entwined and he smiles as he feels you squeeze his hand gently.

"Lead the way cowboy."

#my writing #drabbles #jasper cullen x reader #jasper hale x reader #twilight x reader

[callsign-relic]

hi! Figured I’d throw out a request, can I request a GN!Human reader x TFP! Ratchet

maybe reader has arthritis in their knees and when the weather gets gross they have a hard time being mobile? Maybe just some comfort fluff for those of us who shouldn’t have arthritis early in life but do.

Hi!! I did my best to portray it as accurately as I could, but as I personally don’t have arthritis I do apologize if anything is inaccurate. If anything, I hope the hurt/comfort is enough :) and thank you for being my first TFP Ratchet request!! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader

Much to your displeasure, the gloomy weather outside looked as though it wasn’t going to let up anytime soon.

You enjoyed the arid conditions of Jasper, Nevada for the express reasons of the ease of your mobility. While you would always have your uncomfortable moments, you at least took comfort in the fact that they were lesser now that you lived in such a warm, dry environment.

That was, until it began to rain.

And it kept on raining.

And it persisted for almost a week now.

The humidity caused a constant ache within you, spreading all over your body. At first you thought you could tolerate it— power through until the weather started to clear and you could feel more like yourself again. But days passed, and the throbbing pain only got worse.

You sat carefully upon the couch within the Autobot base, trying to find any position that would at least somewhat alleviate your discomfort— unsuccessfully, might you add. The kids were all out at school and the Autobots were out on their rounds scouting for energon, so there was little you could find entertainment in in no one’s company.

Well, except for Ratchet, of course.

You had opted to stay behind on most Autobot missions, so you had grown fond of the grumpy old bot. While there were some days that you felt he wanted nothing to do with you— or any of the humans, for that matter— you could tell from his soft eyes and stifled smile the very next moment he laid his optics on you that he never really meant any harm from his outbursts. He had seen plenty of pain in his life, and you knew more than anyone that sometimes you can let your pain get the better of you.

Thus why you sit quietly up on the couch upon the catwalk, sucking air in through your teeth as you shift in your seat— trying to get into a more comfortable position but immediately regretting the decision. You can hear the soft sound of Ratchet shift in his spot before the main computer module as well, and as you raise your head to see if he was looking at you, you inadvertently end up instantly locking eyes with him.

Nervously, you chuckle and turn your gaze away. “Oops,” you mumble, hoping the medic brushes it off as easily as you were trying to in that moment.

However, the doctor is not so easily swayed. “Is something the matter?” His aged voice echoes throughout the otherwise silent base.

“Hm? Oh, nothing, Ratchet,” you did your best to act as nonchalantly as possible. “We just looked at each other at the same— ack—“ you cut yourself off as another stinging pain decides to run through you— aimed at your leg, this time. Near instantly, you can hear the sound of heavy footsteps make their way closer towards you, only further evidenced by the little quakes in the earth that quickly fall in time with them. You look up from the offending pained spot to lock eyes with Ratchet once more— faceplate right up against the balcony with optical ridges furrowed in concern.

“Is it happening again?”

The Autobots were indeed aware of your condition— varying levels of their understanding of it aside. It would’ve been unfair to them to not explain it to them. But as the medic of the group, Ratchet always seemed to pay closer attention than most whenever you expressed your discomfort. You always tried to brush it off, you knew they had much bigger things to worry about than a simple human condition, why did you have to impose upon them trivial issues like that? But Ratchet always paid close attention, and soon came to learn more about your condition than anyone on the base.

First, you opened your mouth to argue. But under the gentle blue light of his optics— optics which gazed down at you with a softness you never thought you would see from the mech— you slowly closed your mouth and slumped in your seat in defeat. “…yeah,” was all you could muster up to say.

Darkness casts itself over you for just a moment, and you barely have time to process your quickly changing surroundings as you’re lifted from your seat. Ratchet had reached over the yellow railings of the catwalk and scooped you up into a hand, pulling you closer towards him. “You should have told me sooner. I can’t believe you were in such pain for so long without saying anything about it.” His tone almost sounded like he was scolding you, but in your experience in speaking with him, you know that slight frustration was just his way of showing he truly cared.

You chuckle lightly to yourself, leaning into the well-formed crooks of his palm. Natural warmth emitted itself from the metal beneath you, and already you could feel your joints alleviating themselves from their previously tight, icky feeling. “Sorry,” You shrug, and Ratchet only offers a scoff. Slowly, you’re pulled further into his frame, and you have no choice but to spread your arms wide against the mech’s chassis. Warmth surrounds you at all sides, and you melt into this unorthodox embrace. His idly running engine rumbles against you in the best way.

“You’re sure this is okay?” You ask, “I know you’re busy. I don’t want to get in the way while you work…”

“I have two servos for a reason,” Ratchet’s voice grumbles above you as he starts back towards his work station. “And no team member will ever be below top working condition, as long as I have anything to say about it.”

#relic writes #Transformers #Transformers x reader #reader insert #Transformers Prime #TFP #Transformers Prime x reader #TFP x reader #ratchet x reader #TFP Ratchet x reader #TFP Ratchet

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Hype Train!

F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 6~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, pet names (pretty, baby, pretty girl), ML calls self “daddy”( lemme know if y’all are into it or not XD), Descriptions of Sadistic violence, implications of past SA, gore, blood, torture live stream, Oral on m, live stream exhibitionism, long part, smutt sat the end!

AN: Sorry this one took longer than usual, i wrote like 11 different drafts and didn’t like any of them XD finally got to lucky number 12 and bam, let’s goooaaaarrrrr 🐶✨

“Isn’t it way too soon though…?” You ask in a slightly joking voice, not wanting to sound stressed.

It definitely stressed you out though.

You’re finally thinking somewhat rationally now. Asking yourself all those questions you should have asked that that first day he arrived for example…

How did he find you?

How did he get here?

What on earth did he do with Jared’s body?

Is he going to get away with that? How?

And How can he be so… Fine, after Murdering someone.

And those are just the ones you can think of off the top of your head before he responds.

“What?” He runs a hand through his bangs, “You sayin’ you’d rather stay in this danger infested shithole than come back w’ me?”

You try and pipe up, “N-no… That’s not what i’m saying at all, Jasper…” but you lose your voice at least halfway through.

A fear you’ve never even fathomed creeps it’s way into your soul.

“ ‘S what it sounds like, pretty.” Jasper’s voice is frigid.

This stings you more than anything ever has… You completely let your guard down to him. You actually trust him.

“Jasper, I am NOT saying that. I just think it’s way too soon for me to move in with you. I still have to pay off next month, not to mention breakin’ my lease, an I d-don’t know—”

His whole demeanor reverts in a terrifying instant. His eyes filling back up with adoration, “m’sorry, pretty girl. I’ll take care of everything and make up f’r twistin’ your words like that.” He sighs relieved, “I should’ve known that was the reason.”

It’s not the whole reason…

But you think better of adding anymore fuel to those embers, and possibly burning down the whole forest around you.

He fishes out an old looking phone, “Dev, get the delivery van ready. Sendin’ ya some coords.” While he’s closing the door and locking it behind him.

You stand there dumbfounded.

“W-wait! Jasper?!” You put on the first pair of shoes you see and run after him. He’s only on the first set of stairs going down when he hears you, and turns to wait while you re-lock the door.

“Ahh, y’wanna come watch daddy work, hm? Is that it, pretty baby?” He smirks.

You can’t tell if he’s serious, but you become bashful nonetheless. “Uh… Sh-sure! W-wait. What— what are you…? Where are you…?” your brain short circuits as you try and figure out where to even start.

He slings the bag over a shoulder, then reaches up to cradle your cheek in his palm. “’m kiddin’, pretty, let me take care ‘f it. I’ll bring ya a souvenir.” He winks, his pupils almost completely eclipse the beautiful icy blue of his irises. He looks so different right now. You can’t honestly tell what emotion he’s full of, but it sends a chill down your spine regardless.

You nod, nuzzling your face deeper into his palm and kissing his skin.

“Kay, please just… stay safe… I love you, Jasper,”

“I love you, pretty girl” he purrs, then bumps his forehead to yours. “Stay inside till I get back. I need ya t’ skip work if ‘m not back yet. ‘kay pretty? I know you wanna do all this on your own, and I need ya t’ trust me, lemme take care of you right now”

With slightly stinging eyes, you nod.

“‘At’s m’ good girl,” He presses forward, his lips barely touch yours in such a sweet gesture it makes your heart flutter.

How this guy can make you feel every emotion, and every feeling in all the books is beyond you.

“Whaddo ya think, Issac… This one thinks he’s some sortta little cartel king.” Jasper coos teasingly. The edge of his blade tilting up the bound and gagged man’s chin, with the tip dangerously close to puncturing that delicate little artery. “Thinkin extorting helpless lil ladies makes him s’m kinda badass,” His smile drips with malice.

“Oooh! Oh! I like the snitch treatment!” Issac excitedly hops over to Jasper’s side. His own blade glinting in the dim van lights as he waves it around.

“Be careful with that, would ya?” Dev.In snaps lovingly, as they lean against the opposite wall with their arms crossed.

“What do you think little king? Want your tongue cut out, n’ getting throat fuck by my knives?” He pauses as if to think, “or would you prefer ‘f I carved ya a pussy of your own? I could bring ya t’ that little place you like to send all those nice young ladies… Whats it called again?” He grins.

“OH OH OH! I KNOW THAT ONE! Me! Pick me!!” Issac raises his hand like an excited kid in school, “The pit!!!”

“mmhm! that’s it, I’m sure those clients of yours would have so much fun with a big boss like you all chained up… They’d prolly pay big bucks too,” The knife *shings* as he pulls it out from under the struggling man’s chin.

“Ooo! Jasper yur a genius! Can I change my vote!?!?” He raises his hand and waves it around as if he’s a kid voting on the family car trip to stop for candy.

“What do you think Dev?” Jasper looks over his shoulder to the body double with glowing eyes.

“I polled the viewers already. Overwhelming majority favor him getting his own cunt,”

“Well would ya look at that… I guess it’s time for a song change then.” Jasper turns off the music completely, looking directly at the man.

You fell asleep who knows how long ago on top of your blankets, and awake to the feeling of the bed shifting with a new body’s weight.

You feel scared at first, before it quickly morphs into joy.

It’s dark in the room now, but you reach up and hug them. “J-Jasper?” You whisper sleepily.

“‘Yes, pretty. I got cha some presents, though, I need ya ta just look, ‘nd not touch the first one.” He gets back up to turn on the colored room lights, “The second one’s all yours.”

They’re both in cute boxes covered in a cat print with little bows in your favorite color.

“Which ones which??” You ask.

“Here, pretty… remember, only look…”

You pull the ribbon, and your face drops when you take off the top.

You gag.

It’s… It’s a man’s…

Images of Jared’s concaved and bloody face, with a furious Jasper above him, flash behind your eyelids.

“W-Who? J-Jas—” Your body shakes as you swallow trying to hold in the rising bile.

“I know, pretty…” He pets you softly, “It’s a little hard to look at. but I wanted to give ya the proof that you’re free now.” He smiles calmly, his pupils are a normal size, you notice, even in the lower light.

“J-Jasper…” Your eyes are wide, but when he tells you that you’re free…

You can’t help feeling relieved.

“I d-don’t want to know what you d-did. Please don’t ever tell me…” You ask with a quiet voice before handing the closed box back. “Th-thank you Jasper.”

“‘f course, pretty girl,” he puts his hand back onto your head, his fingers trailing through your hair.

“mmmm,” Your eyes close for a second… “Wait!”

He pulls away with a smile on his face.

“D-do you wanna stream t’night?”

He licks his lips, “Why, pretty? Ya got plans f’me?”

“O—okay… C-close your eyes fora sec… And h-hit live, b-but wait t’start ”

“Oooo~ I like this already” His big grin shows off his long canines.

You put on a collar that Jared got you… You only kept it cause it’s cute.

You hope Jasper likes the idea though, and then he can get you a new one, and you can finally burn this one.

Trying to be stealthy and failing, you climb under your desk with a burning hot face.

Since he’s slouched pretty comfortably, his legs are already a little spread. You thank him for that in your head.

Your palms travel slowly up his thighs, stoping in his lap over his pants zipper and button.

This is a skill you hated having before, but you’re kind of excited to use it on him.

Your hands tremble slightly.

You look up to see a stupid smirk on his face, telling you he definitely knows what you’re about to do.

Maybe you’ll still surprise him.

You free his dick, your mouth falls agape never have actually looked at it this closely.

“When can I start, prettyy~” He almost sings.

You get comfortable between his legs, and rest your arms up on his thighs. “N-Now.”

Steeling your nerves you take a big breath, then you start by licking long strokes up his shaft. You feel his bulging veins against your sensitive muscle.

His leg twitches, making you a little more confident.

He doesn’t taste like the others. It’s not disgustingly salty at all, kinda just tastes like the rest of his skin. You sigh happily at that.

Flattening your tongue now to cover more area underneath his girth. While licking more eagerly, you’re getting more and more excited to please him with your mouth.

“Aw, Thanks,” He starts talking to the viewers. You look up and meet his eyes, “W-welcome back everyone, sorry it’s been a minute, my girl and I have been very busy the past couple days.”

You grab his cock in both hands, still having enough room for it, you wrap your lips around the tip too. Your lips have the perfect grasp on him, right under his glands. You suck hard, using your tongue to lick his tip while he’s inside your mouth to, and then expertly tug yourself off slowly with a loud *pop*.

Accidentally you tug on his piercing too, and he pushes his hips up.

“H-hey yurmomstinks, welcome back. S-sup, toxickitten.” His small stutters have you giddy, you really are doing it!

You made sure before hand he’s in the “just chatting” category, so you can reach up and grab one of his hands. You put his fingers under your collar to pull it.

“mmmhmmm,” he groans and looks back up at the chat, “U-uh, I-I’m good! How’re you, upset-b-beaver”

No other time that you’ve done this has ever turned you on… But you’re noticing yourself getting soaking wet.

More spurred on by your own body responding lewdly, you flatten your tongue under the tip, and open your mouth wide.

You look up to make sure he’s making eye contact, and breathe a big puff of hot air over it. Precum leaks out over his piercing and you savor it, it’s so much better than any other. You actually like the taste of his.

God, why is this making you so wet…

You close your eyes for a second, smiling and moaning.

His whole body shudders in response, you see his breathing becoming deeper, and his eyes are wide.

You aren’t aware, but he’s never enjoyed getting head this much either.

While he’s still staring into your eyes, you kiss his glands and give small little kitten licks there lovingly.

“A-ah um— Y-yeah, good for you m-man!” he clears his throat. “N-no! hah, um, yeah, I d-don’t know what we’re doing later, might get…” he takes a long breath “Chinese or… sss’mthin” The last part comes out slurring as if he’s drunk.

You are surprising him!! He wasn’t expecting this and you feel more and more in control and empowered as you go.

This is so exciting!

His face is getting so much redder everytime he looks down at you, and he really doesn’t want to pry his eyes away from you. It’s making you feel so warm and content.

“mmm y’taste so good Jasper…” You moan quietly, only for him to hear, as you take it into your mouth and relax your throat to go as deep as you can.

You almost touch base before pulling your head back.

You let your tongue become a bed for the underside of his length, then you go down further, touching your nose to his groin.

He sucks in suddenly.

“Uh-y-yeah, that, hah, movie n-nights are still thurs—days”

He remembers he’s holding your collar suddenly, having forgot all about anything other than your pretty, puffy lips taking care of his dick.

He pulls you by it gently at first, watching as your eyes close, enjoying him playing with you.

You pull back and breathe while you can, he pulls you back against his body and your airways get blocked.

“mm!” You moan, and gag not being able to breathe is usually so scary…

Usually.

But you trust Jasper, and this feels so hot…

He runs his fingers through your hair with his other hand, and continues talking to the viewers while you work him.

“Y-yeah, just like that,” He slips, a low moan leaving him, as he bites his lower lip, “Y-yeah, I mean,” He clears his throat again, “Y/Username is riiiight here. mmhmm. I’ll tell her y’all say hi,” His smug composure is quick to return, but it doesn’t discourage you.

You go down all the way, your nose pressing against his body, as his dick fills your throat.

You gag around his size, and tears stream down your face.

Hollowing your cheeks, you suck him with everything you’ve got.

He groans and his hips start jerking, chasing you as he gets higher and higher.

“Huh? O-oh, s-sure…”

Hearing his stuttering increase in frequency and feeling his cock twitch in your mouth you increase your speed, saliva runs down your chin.

“Mm!” He convulses not even worried about the chat anymore, and you suck as hard as you can.

“Ah! Y—Y/N!”

You take it as deep as you possibly can, and feel his burning hot cum shoot in thick streams down your throat you swallow around it making sure to hold his eyes with your own tear filled ones.

When you finally stop enjoying his powerless state of involuntary bouncing, while you keep sucking and overstimulating him, you remove yourself and open wide with your tongue out.

It shows him you swallowed every single drop.

He stares, mouth agape, as his mind stays utterly blown for a bit, until he reaches up and turns the stream off without saying a single word.

You beam full of pride, as he wipes at your tears.

#my oc #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere #yandere x reader #my fic #yandere x you #tw yandere #dead dove do not eat #oc jasper #yandere oc #male yandere #reader x yandere #yandere smut

[jasper-pagan-witch]

How do I make someone undergo the worst experiences in their life, without actually interacting with them? Hypothetically of course.

Let's just stick with the magical application of "fuck your entire life". My next question would be, do you want to fuck them up now, or fuck up their future?

You can find all these links and more in the baneful magic section of @jasper-grimoire, but here are a bunch of note:

Fuck Them Up Now

A Spell For Bringing About Consequences - for people to experience the consequences of their shitty actions after getting away with it

"Begone Neighbors" Hex Spell Jar - to chase shitty neighbors away

Chandelure's Hypnotic Flame Curse - to make someone's life feel dull and to suck the joy from stuff they used to love

Drown In Your Guilt Curse - this one only really works if the target can feel guilt for what they did to you, but it's a high-intensity spell worth mentioning

Stomp Out The Bastard Spell - an abuser punishment curse to fuck up the abuser's day

The Lemon Hex - a quick one-and-done spell to royally screw up someone's day for fucking with you

Fuck Up Their Future

Duress - a curse using divination to take one good thing out of someone's near future, one of my go-to curses

Essence Extraction - slowly fuck up their life by stealing their energy (make sure you scroll down to the new version)

"Red In Your Ledger" Curse - a curse to slowly inflict the pain back onto someone, one item at a time

Riddle Of Lightning - using divination to swiftly inflict pain upon someone

Sin Collector - taking one good thing from someone's near future

The Ferryman's Curse - a curse to make someone deal with all the shit you deal with in your life

The Seven Stings Hex - to make someone experience long-term discomfort until they learn a particular lesson

General Baneful Magic Links

Curses, Jinxes, Hexes - what's what and why the terminology differs (though I don't personally put much stock in the "how to tell if you're the target of a baneful working" list)

Curses VS Hexes: What's The Difference? - discussing terminology and some ingredients

Foxen's List Of Baneful Ingredients - ingredients you should consider if you're building a baneful spell from scratch

ShyDryad's List Of Nasty Shit To Put In Curse Jars - ingredients you should consider if you're building a curse spell jar from scratch

Something To Consider Before You Curse: Reversals - important information about what to consider when building or casting a curse

Taglocks - what are taglocks and why they're often used in magic

You know. For information purposes.

~Jasper

#answered #whoknowsaymore #baneful magic #masterpost #i guess #spell recommendations

[polyhexian]

I was thinking of the timeline where Jasper remains on Belos' service alongside Hunter.

After Belos' death, Jasper would likely entertain the idea of having a closer relationship with Hunter. Maybe he would be a pipe' dream, discard it and let Hunter drift apart with his new friends and family.

Maybe there would be enough hope within himself to try to get closer to him. This would be kind of like eventually!Jasper' deal but several times more difficult. A nicer Jasper would be utterly alien to Hunter how only knew a hollow shell of himself for most of his life. So is the fact that Jasper would literally stand by while Hunter was being abuse by Belos. It's not something Jasper wanted or something he had any other option, but that would still sting. Yet, the idea of being loved by him would still be a little tempting for Hunter, maybe? I'm not sure.

Honestly, I don't see this jasper ever really getting to be happy. By the time Hunter gets away he's so withered. He's still Belos's Boogeyman, he's still an enemy to our protagonists, and-- by this point he must have fully accepted that there is no hope, there is no escape. Hunter is never getting away, and he's not going to try to get him away either. As long as Hunter stays with Belos, he stays alive. If he ever leaves he's going to be killed. So he's going to do everything in his power to make sure that Hunter never leaves. I don't see him ever managing anything but one bright, ferocious final moment of defiance. In fact after hunter runs in hollow mind he probably IS still trying to bring him back. Belos is now trying to find him and kill him! Jasper has to find him first and make sure he can prove to belos he's loyal, he's not going to run away again, he's not going to tell anyone anything. He probably remains an antagonist until the very end when luz's own defiance and ferocity wakes something up and he finally does see a future where Hunter gets away. I see one final heelturn, Belos going to cut hunter down, and jasper has been dead and soulless and robotic for so long he doesn't think he's even capable of doing anything but obeying him anymore. So he's really not expecting Jasper to get in between them, take some mortal blow without flinching and yell at Hunter to go, get Luz, some such- maybe they don't do the switch and Luz doesn't get initially captured and he needs to buy time for them to get there- and he only buys enough time for hunter to escape before he does actually finally get put down. I'm sure it leaves hunter confused as hell because he never really gets answers here. This guy has been a zombie who's been a brutal trainer, who's never showed him any sympathy, who's actively been trying to capture him.

Ough lol. Maybe Gus still mindcrushes Belos and gets to see That Night. Haha. Oh, that's awful.

[yandereloveraw]

Vampire Vanilla and Archie x Y/N snippet: Supervision

*[F/f] = Favorite food/flavor

"Ugh, this tastes fucking disgusting. It's probably not even fresh."

The fiery-haired vampire grit his blood-stained fangs in distaste. The blood bag in his grip was quickly drained in the sink and tossed in the waste bin. Fuck, he was still thirsty. Screw that fucking pastry chef for making him stay cooped up in her bakery.

'At least no cops or freaky scientists have grabbed us since we've been here. You should be more thankful to her,' his brain chastised him. It was right of course, he was just bitter about the bad taste still in his mouth. He should probably ask her if she's got anything better to sate his thirst. With that thought in mind, he followed the smell of baked goods into the bakery entrance.

There, he spotted the smaller snow-haired vampire sitting at one of the tables and chatting with someone. As he got closer to her, an unfamiliar yet delicious scent wafted into his nostrils. It took him a moment to realize that the scent was coming from the person the other vampire was talking to. Fuck, they smelt so good. He wanted to sink his fangs into them and have a taste.

Vanilla must have noticed the expression he was making at her companion, because she slowly gathered the person from the table and turned them towards him.

"Darling, this is Archie. He's staying with us until the authorities stop looking for him." Darling? He knew the other vampire wasn't married, so the term of endearment confused him. The third party was now looking at him with caution. Great.

"Archie, this is Y/N. They're our current special guest, and mine, Jasper's, and Xavie's everything. They also willingly serve as a blood donor for the vampires here."

A blood donor, huh? He could sure use one of those right about now.

"Speaking of blood V, could I have a sample of your donor? The blood bags in the fridge taste terrible, and I'm still thirsty." The smaller vampire's eyes narrowed at his statement, then relaxed. She turned to address Y/N, her "darling."

"Would that be alright with you, my dear? If he makes you uncomfortable, I can make him drink more blood bags." A sound of protest was made by Archie, but Vanilla ignored him. Her thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your temples. "You don't have to let him drink from you if you don't want to."

You seemed to ask Vanilla a silent question with your eyes, because she responded with a loving smile.

"Of course. I'll stay right here with you for the procedure. I must tell you though, Archie's bite is not as nice as Xavie's, Jaspie's, or mine. You will feel a little pain as well as a slight burning sensation," she explained.

Archie inwardly grumbled. The other vampire telling you that his bite was painful made it more likely for you to refuse. To his surprise however, you slowly nodded your head. Elated, he prepared himself to pounce on you. Before he could however, Vanilla stopped him with a hand to his chest.

"Absolutely not. I will not tolerate that kind of behavior in my establishment or around my sweetheart. If you're going to feed from them, it will be by my terms, understand? " Her authoritative tone made Archie shrink back slightly. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but fuck, she was scary sometimes.

"Fine, fine."

With that admission from him, the smaller vampire lovingly took your wrist in her grasp and offered it to the fiery red head. Both of his hands took ahold of your wrist and raised it to his mouth.

"Be gentle," Vanilla warned him. He did as she said as to not anger her. Archie's fangs slowly sank into the skin of your inner wrist. You let out a small gasp at the sting, which was quickly muffled by the pastry chef's lips. A pang of jealousy washed over the red head. He wondered what your lips must taste like.

Maybe he'll find out. Any reaction you had to the burning sensation coursing through your wrist was also muffled by your lover's mouth. To distract himself from the sight of Vanilla kissing you, Archie took his first slow drag of your blood. His eyes widened and threatened to bulge out of his head. How in the ever loving fuck could someone's blood be this goddamn sweet?!

Not to mention that it soothed the dry burning in his throat. He needed more. The vampire found himself greedily suckling on your wrist. Each intake of your blood quelled the burning more and more, until it had stopped altogether. He was still drinking, however. Archie just couldn't get enough. He didn't want to stop.

His bliss was cut off by the other vampire however, who had gently separated his fangs from your arm. Vanilla then lightly pulled you towards her chest and wrapped her arms protectively around your mid-section.

"I think you've had more than enough, Archie. You should be sated for a while."

She was right. His throat no longer burned and he felt disgustingly full. A glance at your face revealed slight fear and more caution than before. Fuck. He felt bad now that he had lost control of himself. He didn't mean to scare or hurt you. He should probably apologize, right?

"L-look, I'm sorry that I acted like that. Sorry if I took too much. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just...been a while since I've drank from someone," he explained. "I'll try to be more sated so we can talk more. Does that sound okay to you?"

Vanilla's eyes softened at Archie's apology. The fact that he apologized at all was a big step for your and his relationship. It made her feel better about the situation. She stifled a giggle when he took a napkin from the table and wiped the blood from his face. Vanilla had a hunch as to why he would bother with that.

He wanted to kiss you, which was perfectly fine with her. She nuzzled her nose into your hair and quietly whispered that to you. Whether you would allow him to kiss you or not was entirely up to you.

"This might be sudden, but...c-can I...kiss you?," Archie stuttered. The blood that was now in his system made his cheeks flush a pretty pink. He quietly reminded himself that his fangs are not needed for a kiss.

Archie did not expect you to nod. His eyes widened when you did. Tentatively and cautiously, he stepped close enough to where his lips could touch yours. Since he wasn't able to taste you with just his lips, he lightly brushed his tongue along the crevice of your lips. Huh. You taste like [f/f]. No wonder Vanilla likes to kiss you so much.

With his curiosity and yearning for you satiated for now, he pulled away.

"Cute," Vanilla purred. "I will be supervising all of your feedings on them from now on, Archie. No ifs, ands, or buts. You don't object to that, do you?"

Of course he doesn't. Having Vanilla around guarantees your safety. He does like you, maybe even loves you, so anything that prevents him from hurting you or killing you is a plus in his book.

#my ocs #my ocs x genderneutral reader #my ocs x genderneutral y/n #my ocs x y/n #my writing #yandere pastry chef oc #yandere pyromaniac oc #my ocs x reader #vampire au #minors please dni #vtm bloodlines au #vtm au #vampire ocs #vampire ocs x y/n snippet #vampire au snippet

[akindofmagictoo]

manuscript search tag game

one more for now from @ashen-crest :D

my words are angry/anger, cool, steam, smile

angry + steam smoke (Dragonsong draft 1) (Bedelia is Enya’s mother)

Isi swallowed. “I’m afraid I wasn’t entirely truthful with you. I know what happened to Bedelia, and I didn’t tell you.” She hesitated. Saying it would make it irreparably true. When she spoke again, her voice came out barely a whisper. “Bedelia is dead. By my hand.” She hadn’t stayed her hand when she should have. She’d listened to her orders, not to her compassion. Coils of smoke rose from Fintan’s nostrils, and a rumbling growl began at the back of his throat. Isi squared her shoulders. Fintan was right to be angry; she would face whatever he did, knowing she had at least been honest.

cool (Dragonsong draft 1)

“Oh, fuck, you’re bleeding. What did they do?” Sierra tore a strip off her sleeve, rolled it up, and pressed it firmly against Isi’s side. Black spots danced at the edges of Isi’s vision. She tipped her head back against the bars and closed her eyes. “Use the bedsheets,” said Ebele. “I’ll get mine,” Robin said. Metal rattled. Presumably he was getting up. The rational part of her knew that pressure on the wound would keep her from bleeding out. That part of her was being overruled by the part of her that was focused on the pain. She wasn’t very sure what happened next. She felt a cool gust of air on her midriff, someone’s hands. Cool water, a vicious stinging, more cloth. More pressure on the wound.

smile (Dragonsong draft 1)

“The problem is getting into the castle,” said Isi. “Without being noticed, that is.” “Sewers?” [Jasper said] Sierra wrinkled her nose. “Mm-mm.” “Let him speak,” said Isi, prodding one of Sierra’s upturned feet. Another faint smile touched Jasper’s face. “I only know a little about them, but I know a former castle knight who might be able to help us.” “A friend of yours?” said Isi. Jasper’s smile broadened to a full grin, wider than Isi had ever seen. The expression made him look ten years younger all at once. “My husband.”

i shall tag @mr-writes @sleepyowlwrites @zmwrites @vellichor-virgo and @diphthongsfordays! your words, should you choose to accept them, are glow, gleam, glitter, glare

#tag game #manuscript search tag #wip dragonsong #dragonsong excerpt

[themultifandomgal]

Temptation Pt14

Temptation Masterlist

New York 6 Months Later

Edward left us months ago, we have no idea where he is or if he's even ok.  I'm sat in our living room reading a book cuddled into Emmett who is watching the TV. Alice is talking to Jasper and Esme when I hear her gasp. I quickly put my book down and look at Alice who looks sad

"What is it?" Esme asks

"It's Bella. I need to go and make sure she's ok"

"We'll all go" Thomas says getting up from his seat by Rosalie

"No, just me"

"Alice you are not going anywhere on your own. I'll go with you" I say getting up

"Let's go" Alice and I head to her car, Emmett and Jasper behind us

"Don't get hurt" Emmett tells me

"We wont, I promise" I kiss Emmett goodbye, Alice doing the same to Jasper and we get into the car, putting our seat belts on. Alice tells me that in her vision she saw Bella jump into a river or something and doesn't see her get pulled out.

We arrive at Bella's house, but she isn't home. We enter the house looking around when we hear the door open then shut. I smell Bella and the wolf smell on her. The light turns on and Bella jumps seeing Alice and I, both of us feeling relived that she is ok

"Alice?" Bella cries hugging her tight "Kat" Bella then hugs me

"Bella, thank god your ok" I say still in shock

"I'm sorry I, I just can't believe your here"

"Would you like to explain to us how you're alive?"

"What?"

"I saw a vision of you. You jumped off a cliff. Why in the hell would you try and kill yourself? what about Charlie?" Alice raised her voice

"I didn't try to kill myself. I was cliff jumping. Recreationally. It was fun"

"You look cold Bella, go sit and I'll make you a hot drink" Alice and Bella move to the couch as I make a drink. I bring it over to Bella

"Thanks" I sit next to Bella

"I have never met anyone more prone to life threatening idiocy" Alice exclaims

"Did you, did you tell him?" Bella asks

"No. He only calls in once every few months" I sigh

"He said he wants to be alone" Alice finishes

"Bella, what is that god awful wet dog smell?" Alice asks

"It's probably me, or well Jacob. He's kinda a werewolf"

"Bella" Alice scoffs "werewolves are not good company to keep"

"Hey" I nudge Alice

"Except you" I roll my eyes hearing the door open then the smell of wolf enters my nose. I look over and see Jacob

"Oh my god" I rise from seat

"Speak for yourself" Jacob says, I'm not really able to take my eyes of Jacob, knowing he's my great grandson and we are now sworn enemies hurts "I had to see you were safe"

"I though you couldn't protect me here"

"Guess I don't care"

"Well I'm not going to hurt her, or Kat"

"No your just harmless Cullen's" this stings a little. Yes he doesn't know who I am to him, and I wanted it this way, but a part of me wishes I could tell him "anyway I'm taking about the other bloodsucker who tried to kill Bella because of you"

"Victoria" I frown

"Yeah she's been around" Bella nods

"I didn't see her. I didn't see you get pulled out of the water either. I can't see past you and your pack of mutts"

"Alice" I scold. She gives me a sorry look before scowling at Jacob

"Don't get me upset"

"Hey stop" Bella interjects getting up from the couch. She stands between Jacob and Alice

"We'll give you a minute" Alice takes my hand

"Nice to meet you Jacob" I smile at him as he looks at me confused

"Hey your both not going anywhere, your coming back right"

"Of course Bella" Alice pulls me out of the house and we wait by her car.

While outside Alice has a phone call from Jasper and Alice has a vision of Edward going to the Volturi. We run back inside

"Bella, it's Edward. He thinks you're dead. Rosalie told him why we came here"

"Why wouldn't you let me speak to him?" Bella yells

"He didn't ask for you!" Jacob yells back

"I don't care!"

"Bella, look at me" I turn her body "he's going to go to the Volturi"

"He's wants to die too"

"We need to save him"

"I know, get in the car" we run out of the house, Bella quickly talks to Jacob who tries to stop her from coming with us. She gets in the back seat while Alice is in the drivers seat and I'm in the passengers side

"Please Bella" Jacob sticks his head into the car window "just, stay here. For Charlie, for me"

"I have to go"

"I'm begging you, please"

"Goodbye Jacob" he pulls his head out of the car in defeat. Alice starts the car and we shoot off to the airport to fly to Italy.

#emmett cullen x reader #jasper cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #rosalie hale #bella swan #twilight x reader #twilight #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn

[343guiltyshark]

Apparently discord is experiencing yet another mass connection issue. Thanks discord

Alright time to return to the era of handwritten letters from the trenches

Dear Samuel,

I hope this letter reaches you soon. I fear I may not have much time. While my Discord remains connected, it is no use to me, for what use is a message with no-one to receive it? The outage is spreading quickly, and it is only a matter of time before it reaches me, too.

And what if it does? What will become of me then? Will I be like you, a man lost in mourning his downed Discord connection? Or will I move on and forget, penning my letters with a light touch as though I had never felt the sting of loss in the first place? Only time will tell, Salmonella. Only time will tell.

Your comrade,

Jasper

[rurpleplayssims]

📝Round Summary - Morgan/Ashford Round 1

Campbell Quay - Round 3 - Morgan/Ashford If you want to go through the posts of this round, click here.

We now move onto the other new household this round, which is the Morgan/Ashford household.

Sylvie Morgan was a character submitted by @andrisims​.

Briony Ashford was a character submitted by @coriel-muroz​

As we start the round, there is a aura of mystery surrounding the lady who has lived in this remote cottage on the outskirts of town for...a very long time. 

Sylvie is mentally exhausted of her exile and dreams of returning home to her true home, her true family and true loves in life. She speaks of other realms, and how she shouldn’t belong here, amongst humans. She speaks of hiding her true self, in fear of attack and prejudice, and feels the sting of injustice from being exiled from “the Seelie Court”, whatever that might be.

Briony is her new lodger, an unexpected joy and annoyance at times for the elder lady. Briony is a very determined and proactive journalist, and doesn’t take no for an answer.

Knowing that her roommate was occupied on her laptop in the guest bedroom, Sylvie takes the opportunity to head upstairs to her attic, an area restricted to just herself, despite Briony’s open curiosity. 

Sylvie is revealed to be very curious herself and as a Knowledge person, she thrives on discovery of new facts and theories. Whilst she is limited in her interests and plays to her strengths, there is one such interest that she hides in her attic.

Meet Felix, her only companion until Briony moved in, who is a cowplant. However, he is highly intelligent, fed by Sylvie’s own nature prowess. 

He might not be able to speak to a human, but he could understand what they said, and Sylvie was able to understand him through telepathic means. She was his only friend in the whole world, and it’s closer to a mother/son relationship.

These two beings who were shunned by humankind, bonded in a way no mortal would every truly understand.

Sylvie then moves onto a more pressing issue; trying to figure out who had cursed her youngest nephew, Noah.

Sylvie is 100% certain that if Jasper had jinxed him, it would’ve never been intentional and something she could see he felt responsible for, and couldn’t bring himself to reveal to either of his brothers.

It therefore didn’t make any sense that he’d would jinx him on purpose.

But Sylvie had her suspicions, and she didn’t like how likely that could be...

A sudden noise makes her jump, but her sharp command silences the occupant of the cupboard in the corner of the room.

Felix senses his mother’s sour mood and tries to lighten her mood. She is able to smile when he barks in joy at the display of her magic.

Sylvie heads back downstairs to practise her chess whilst Briony is researching on her laptop again.

She is determined to document and write several volumes describing the start-up of the small town she is proud to be part of.

Briony gets on well with her landlady, despite the slightly stern paternal vibe that Sylvie acts with sometimes.

Briony’s car broke down not far from Sylvie’s home, and ever since, Sylvie invited her to reside with her until her house (which was delayed in finishing) was ready for her.

Briony and Sylvie get on quite well. Sylvie is being eased out of her depressive-lonely state, and Briony is learning to respect other people’s boundaries more.

 The phone rings downstairs, and Briony goes to answer it. It’s Ellen who needs to speak to Sylvie.

Briony starts getting dinner ready, trying to not eavesdrop.

Sylvie answers the phone and the two women discuss Ellen’s relationship with Jasper and Sylvie bluntly tells Ellen that bond or not, their relationship is finalised.

Briony sits down for dinner and tells Sylvie how impatient she is with Althea not proof-reading her CQ Volumes quick enough, but Sylvie gently reminds her that Althea is a very busy woman.

Briony mentions the local gossip in town (which was Tyler and Zoey’s fallout and public rows) but Sylvie sharply tells her not to disclose that type of information, because Althea wouldn’t want to promote that.

After dinner Sylvie considers inviting Noah over to discuss the curse’s effects in detail. She’s determined to help reverse it.

Briony is enjoying some reading, which is her first novel ‘My Life with a Cheat’.

Briony was married in the city, but her ex-husband cheated on her, with her best friend! Briony understandably had very strong feelings to not ever speak to those two ever again.

Sylvie comes back into the living area and bluntly asks what’s bothering Briony. Briony confesses that she’s still fuming over her cheating ex-husband and ex-best friend.

Sylvie understands her anger and senses that Briony misses the companionship. But Briony asks “ How do I know if I won’t be taken advantage of again?” 

Sylvie decides that they need to sit down for Briony to truly unload her worries, taking on a maternal role. 

Briony asks how you know when you’re ready to have a child, especially as she is a working female. 

The best way for Briony to process their heavy talk, is to get back into her work with renewed effort.

Althea has completed reading the first volume of Briony’s story and sends her approval with it, with only light editing. 

Briony’s story is a hit with the publishers and she earns a massive  §12,926 advance!

Sylvie heads outside to survey the surrounding land of the hillside she owns and had occupied for decades. It’s times like this when she zones out and her past life comes to the forefront of her mind, sometimes making her happy, sometimes depressing her.

Briony meanwhile is churning out her second volume to be sent to Althea for approval. 

It starts to snow outside and Briony joins Sylvie is making a snowman. Sylvie lightly scolds Briony for working so hard and long without taking breaks. Briony confesses that she finds it hard to switch off. 

Sylvie heads back outside that evening, intent on some stargazing.

Having sent off the second volume, Briony is just starting the third volume - this girl is no slacker when it comes to writing! 

The next morning Sylvie invites both Jasper and Ellen around. Jasper is busy so its just Ellen who heads over. 

Sylvie spent the morning speaking to Ellen, answering her concerns about the bond that has sealed Ellen and Jasper together, but Sylvie assures her that the bond would only seal when both parties consent to it, love and are attracted to one another, which eases Ellen’s fears.

Briony is forced to stop working when her laptop breaks. She curses it before reluctantly heading to bed.

Jasper fixes Briony’s laptop very quickly as she soon starts badgering with him questions again.

Noah heads over to meet with his aunt and they start a game of chess upstairs. They discuss Phillip’s upcoming wedding and Noah says he thinks he was cursed.

Briony gets a call from her publisher on the sales of her second CQ volume, and receives  §12,558 for it.

As a result she maxes her Film and Literature enthusiasm. 

Sylvie is stunned but not upset to see she lost the chess match with Noah. When he gets up, he spots the pictures on her shelf, and wonders aloud why she has one of his father.

Noah is confused as to why he thinks it’s off for her to have a picture of just their father. Sylvie shrugs and explains that his father had been one of the only confidants she’d had, in a home dominated by Noah’s tyrannical mother.

Noah is not convinced, which offends Sylvie. What exactly was her adoptive nephew suggesting? That she slept with his father? The idea was ludicrous to her. 

Sylvie gives Noah a piece of her mind, and tells him things that as an adult she can tell him now - that his mother was bullying his father and herself, not just her three sons.

Noah goes to apologise but Sylvie senses the lack of sincerity and bats it away.

Thankfully, Briony comes out of her room to end their disagreement, yet not knowing what she’d interrupted. 

Briony heads back downstairs, feeling a bit burnt out from writing. She prepares dinner for the three of them, and silently wonders what row she’d interrupted earlier. She is able to keep people’s secrets, despite being a journalist. 

When they are seated for dinner, Briony starts to inquire about whatever Sylvie is hiding in her attic, resenting her ban.

Noah interrupts and bluntly asks her “Do you believe in magic?”

Briony shrugs, arguing that she is sat next to a zombie. He shakes his head and seriously tells her that magic is dangerous, always was and always will be. He’d fallen foul of magic and it was something he deeply regretted. 

He adds that his mother had been prepared for magic, but it routed inside her and has made her into a dangerously uncontrollable woman who you’d never want to get on the bad side of. 

Briony does listen to him, and takes his words to heart, realising that this would be a battle she would never win.

Yvette, one of Thomas’s delivery staff, arrives to give Briony the first hardback copies of her first two volumes on Campbell Quay.

Briony sits down and speaks with Noah as Sylvie makes the fire and potters around. The two of them are like two naughty school kids who mutter teasingly about Sylvie, even though she reminds them that she can hear every word.

She heads back upstairs and discovers a few new stars for her record.

Briony and Noah discuss the town’s development, and Briony admits that she’s taken note of Jed Norman, the head of security in CQ. 

It brings to Noah’s attention that as a result of her research, Briony might be one of the best informed people in town about everyone. He wonders if she realises how much his family is magical.

Noah heads home and as he’s walking away, his mind drifts to the brews Jasper has been making to cure his aliment’s pains. He wonders if the actions speak for someone trying to apologise, but dismisses the thought.

Sylvie finds a book on her bookshelf that she doesn’t recognise. Curiously, she picks it up and sees the title. It’s the book Briony wrote in the aftermath of her divorce, dictating all her hurt and anger. Sylvie feels sorry for Briony, as she has formed a bit of maternal bond with her.

Briony completes her final draft for the third and (for now) final volume for CQ. After hearing back from Althea, she submits it to her editor. 

Her publisher calls the next day and it’s outsold the previous two books! Briony gets  §12,998 for her hard work!

Sylvie congratulates Briony on her hard work which Briony feels is deserved, being the confident person she is.

Althea rings, and offers Briony the chance to start an official journalism apprenticeship in Mayhaven-upon-Carnen. They will train her how to set up a newspaper in CQ when she’s completed her training.

There’s a lot of paperwork to fill out and by the time she’s finished, the sun has set and its quite dark outside. Impatient to start her work, Sylvie offers to walk to Althea’s to hand over Briony’s paperwork, seeing how important it is to her. 

As she’s leaving, Sylvie spots a night-time visitor, who she agrees to guide home.

She magically teleports back home, knowing Briony is upstairs to not see her arrive in that fashion. 

The following day Briony gets a phone call from Jed, who she doesn’t want to admit she’s been fantasying about. 

To her delight (not that she’d tell him that) he asks her out (kinda) and they make plans to speak again after Briony returns home from work. 

When Briony leaves for work, Sylvie is reminded of the aching loneliness she had felt for years. Since Briony moved in, she felt a lot lighter, like things would be easier with a friend to speak to without telepathic means.

Briony returns home later than she’d have liked but she’s scored a promotion on her first day (of course she did).

Briony calls Jed and they discuss each other’s day, determined to get to know each other first, and to not make the same mistake Tyler and Zoey had.

Due to her labours all day, Sylvie is awarded with a Gold Garden Badge.

We end this round with Briony getting another promotion.

We now move onto the fourth round, and we start with the Campbell household!

#Round Summary Round 3 #Round Summary #Morgan/Ashford Round 1 #Campbell Quay BaCC #Campbell Quay #Sylvie Morgan #Briony Ashford

[semimedieval]

aote moodboards 2023 - spark birchby

hold your heart into this darkness / will it ever be the light to shine you out / or fail and leave you stranded / or are you gonna be the one left standing?

“I don’t want anyone to leave,” said Lark quietly. “I mean – and that’s selfish of me, because Tallin has people and so do you and Jasper, and Mari has Tallin…” In the trailed-off silence, she stared up at the sky and pressed her lips together, as if trying to stop her voice from breaking. “And so it’s unfair. To keep all of you here. But finding all of you out in the woods feels like the best choice I ever made. The best thing that’s happened to me since my parents and Robin died.” She had not used her little sister’s name before. Tears forming in her own eyes, stinging in the icy night, Quartz reached out to pull Lark off the ground and closer to her. She wanted again, for a wild moment, to tell her that she did not want to go back home. Instead, she said, “Nobody’s leaving, Lark."

#aesthetics

[justmoreocs-writing]

Dylan O'Brien Faceclaim

Nico Cave (The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina OC). Nico moved from Riverdale to Greendale following the mysterious death of his father, and the revelation that despite his ordinary upbringing, he is in a warlock. With his mother finally able to tell him the truth about himself, and faced with the prospect of going to the Academy of Unseen Arts, Nico soon learns that being half-and-half isn’t too common, and the only person to truly understand the confusion of it all had a completely different time of the reveal than he did.

Chase Fenton (The Order OC). All Chase had wanted to do was go to University and get a degree in computer science. He wanted to get a job, make some friends and in general have an ordinary life. The Hide of a wolf had other plans, however, and soon he finds himself mixed up with the Knights of Saint Christopher and trying to make sure dark magic can never take over the world. He currently wears the Hide of Hokkaido, the nimble.

Colton Ledger (The Enemy OC). Colton had only been in England because his family were on holiday. He’d only been at Legoland because his little sister had insisted that they go – not that he was complaining. He never thought he’d be stuck in a strange place when all the adults turned into zombies, nor that he’d have to step up to the plate so as to protect his little sister. As long as he thinks it’s all a videogame, he might not just lose his mind along the way.

Jasper ‘Jasp’ O'Malley (The Book of Dust OC). Gyptian Jasper has known Lyra practically his whole life, but when she went off on her adventure of a lifetime he remained travelling with his family, trying to rebuild everything that they had lost because of Bolvangar. Now, aged twenty, Jasp is determined to get an education, even if that means sneaking into the library after hours and finds himself mixed up in Lyra’s latest adventure.

Byron Prescott (Killing Eve OC). As a child, Byron always knew that he was going to be an assassin. It was what he was trained for, what he prepared for. What he never expected was to get caught by a British Secret Service sting operation, or for them to offer him an ultimatum. Now, working alongside Carolyn and her team, he finds himself in awe of the latest assassin and trying not to look too impressed.

Stuart 'Stu’ Stilinski (Teen Wolf OC). Eldest of the Stilinski Triplets, Stuart does whatever he can to make sure his siblings don’t get into too much trouble. Though, given their aptitude for pranks and mischief that’s easier said than done. Stuart himself is a lover of all technology and enjoys messing around with computers when he gets a spare second. He has always understood technology better than people.

Fitzgerald 'Fitz’ Underhill (Pennyworth OC). Welsh born Fitz joined the S.A.S. with no friends and no family to speak of, but he left it with brothers and a new start waiting for him in London. He works alongside Alfred as a bouncer, and soon moves into his friend’s security firm as he begins to gain traction with this new endeavour. Despite his past, he is known to use Aikido where possible.

Adrien Xavier (Runaways OC). Illegitimate son of Charles Xavier, Adrien has never actually met his father, and doesn’t really intend to. He is best friends with Chase, they always worked well on the lacrosse field together, and runs away after getting caught up in the mess with his friends. He has some of his father’s psychic abilities, just doesn’t really know how to control these.

Lucien Yuris (Divergent OC). Older brother to Kyle, Lucien grieved his brother following his death, and the pain has been like a shadow on him ever since. Unable to take being in Erudite – and finding out during his test that he has an aptitude for Dauntless – Lucien becomes a faction transfer. He quickly finds a place for himself with Tris and co., and is determined to prove that he’s not the bookworm others accuse him of being.

#Repost #Made By Me #OC Ideas #Multiverse OCs

[journalsoftheunknownarchive]

Journals of the Unknown - Witches of Salem - Episode 03: Just for the Night

This one is a harder episode to put together in its entirety, and I believe it’s about time I introduce a concept that was prevalent throughout the game: the Preliminaries.

What are the Preliminaries? The Preliminaries are a game mechanic that allows the player to learn more about the case at hand without depending on a fully drawn episode and, occasionally, without depending on Jane Goodhart’s presence at all. These interludes often provide the player with unimportant information to the overall pacing of the story, but still relevant enough for the context of it - for example, during the time that is yet to come in which Jane runs in trouble with the police, the Preliminaries are spent with Jasper and Ben, who discover that officer Stewart takes bribes from Gregorious Putnam - ; sometimes, though, it provides the player with information on how Jane would go from episode x to episode y.

And here’s where the problems with this recap start: the Preliminaries are missing, and therefore I have no idea how to trace the fact that Jane Goodhart went from being unconscious in the forest to visiting a hotel by the road. I can induce that she woke up, and that Eva Hope had either left instructions on how to find said hotel or that Jane found documents in her camp that led her to the place. All of that is only especulation, though.

Onto the episode: Jane Goodhart finds a simple hotel by the road and decides to stop by, possibly because she believes that Eva was there before. She enters the reception and, upon finding no one, starts to investigate on her own. She starts by entering on the digital database that keeps track of the clients, and she does so by using Nora Bradstreet’s birthday as a password. She discovers that Eva was, indeed, at that hotel recently. The next step is to invade the “glasses safe” where she keeps the keys - which she does with a clip - and get the key that opens Eva’s old room.

Inside, she notices that the carpet looks strange. Upon taking it away from a part of the floor, she notices that some of the wood looks different than the rest of it. With a GODDAMN CROWBAR she destroys that part of wood, and she finds a weirdly shaped ring: it has a pentagram star on it, and it seems to be... well, impractical to wear, unless you want to sting yourself. She also sees a red card, but before she can check it, all of the lights go off. There is a running sillhouette behind her, but it’s too fast for her to check.

Jane leaves the room, and goes to find the circuit breaker to fix it, which for some reason in a basement? Listen, it’s complicated to explain, so I’ll just show the picture and if anyone can tell me what this is and IMG ID it, I would thank you so much:

Anyway, after she goes into Brazil, she’s locked up and can not get out. She’s trapped inside of the “basement”.

#journals of the unkown #the witches of salem #episode 03 #just for one night #jane goodhart #eva hope #recap #facebook game #game #no id

[chloeworships]

GUYS OMGOSH I CANNOT I CANNOT!!!! Look what I just heard

THE SCORPION UNIT 🦂

People of God I am done.

I tell ya, God is in EVERYTHING.

This is a major confirmation and God did say he was coming for law makers and that includes “bad cops” They are public servants too and they also develop laws 👀

My LORD.

Remember this? ⬇️👀

You are all witnesses of the Most High God 💙

PS. There are many Blacks who don’t like their own kind. Idk what they call them in the US but we call them “Uncle Tom’s”. Uncle Tom was a slave who worked in the Slavemasters house who, because of his high position, would suck up to and report back to the owner about what the slaves were doing…. You can still be Black and support white supremacy. Some Black folk want to fit in so badly, they will destroy their own kind…..If you know you know.

Our God is not playin 🔥

I’m sorry for the loss of Tyre’s life

UPDATE:

Uummmmmmmmm there is a scripture in Ezekiel for guess who?

THE KING OF TYRE…. Remember this? ⬇️ this is a message to God for someone. All hell is about to bruck out as we Jamaicans say

Tyre is home with the LORD if that brings anyone any kind of solace. God said he was “martyred” 🥺 His death will expose so much of what is happening in the Memphis police department and MANY police departments all across the United States. His death was not in vain.

God just dropped the mic on us

PPS. Recall Apollyon and the Scorpions 🦂

There will be more exposure babes. Remember God showed us the number 6 and the trumpet 🎺 See below:

Do you remember Beyoncé was trying to show me something in the room filled with mirrors and SILVER. Stanza 20 says “They continued to worship demons and idols made of gold, silver, bronze, stone and wood”. God did tell us some of these law makers were engaging in rituals especially against people of colour.

Remember God also showed us OBJ’s birthday… the Month, the Day and where the year should have been, the word Sparrow. In stanza 15 of Revelations it reads “Then the four angels who had been prepared for this hour and day and month and year were turned loose to kill one-third of all the people on earth.”‬‬

I have also been seeing the number 4…. Here John speaks to us about 4 Angels. But check this out V (4) Vendetta is significant here…V sought vengeance against the corrupt government for their injustices and isn’t God now doing the same??👀

This is Divine Justice no man is above God’s law no matter how much power they may yield on Earth. Let us remember that. It is he who gives us power and wealth just as it states in the scripture… Ezekiel 28:13 (there goes that number again)

“You were in Eden, the garden of God. Your clothing was adorned with every precious stone— red carnelian, pale-green peridot, white moonstone, blue-green beryl, onyx, green jasper, blue lapis lazuli, turquoise, and emerald— all beautifully crafted for you and set in the finest gold. They were given to you on the day you were created… I ordained and anointed you as the mighty Angelic guardian” - The day you were created which is called what? YOUR BIRTHDAY 🎈 This is again highlighting the fact you were created for God’s glory, friends.

👀😶🎤

Someone give me an AMEN 👏🏾

Also in Revelations 9:3 it says “they were given power to sting like scorpions”. GIVEN POWER by God. It’s interesting because I made a joke about wanting the SUPERPOWER… the ability… of scorpions to glow in the dark. The next day I had a vision of myself as a scorpion 🦂 ON GOD 👀😅😳 Truly we have to remember it is God that gives us our gifts. Lest we forget this is a reminder for us ALL and it can be taken away from us at any moment. Let us continue to humble ourselves before our Father ⚠️ Pride, Greed and Lust are every man’s downfall.

This CLEARLY, WITHOUT DOUBT, confirms what God said about the men mentioned being Guardians 🥲They too (along with all of us as God’s children) were ANOINTED, ORDAINED,….CHOSEN. Don’t doubt it babes.

For those of you seeking Justice, you will have it, says the LORD. He fights for you 🥊 BELIEVE IT. This is also God’s confirmation of what he said to us before about his promises to you, you who resonated with that message 🫵🏾 Your time will come… it will be a DIVINE APPOINTED TIME just like the day you were CHOSEN to be born…

TRUST GOD’S TIMING

Now y’all see why they kept trying to shut me up. Why they attacked me and my son. God saw EVERYTHING.

GOD HAS SPOKEN 🗣️

#no justice no peace #Tyre #King of Tyre #I AM SPEECHLESS #white supermacists #racisim #police #BABYLON #A WEALTHY PERSON #PRIDE