𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔧𝔞𝔥

𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝒆𝒍

[jjvspr]

troye sivan, homosexual, cismale + he/him ― hey look, it’s jasper engels! they’re twenty-one years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for twenty years, and they’re currently working at art murmur. i heard they’re pretty mercurial, but i think they’re so gregarious at the same time. can they make it out alive?

what’s up besties !! i’m el and i like stephen king and horror and my cat and that’s literally all there is to me ✌️👏🗣 i’m so excited to plot n chat with all of u!!! anyway under the cut you’ll find some general info on my lil monster boi jasper !! ( tw for drug mentions of the weed variety)

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so jasper was born and raised right here in shrike heights, where his dad is a hotshot philosophy prof at the local uni and his mom is a published poet who teaches poetry classes and workshops locally. despite their success, his parents are both rly grounded, good people who always made time for jasper. they never spoiled him with material things, instead it was spoiling him with travel and culture and learning, etc

jas came out as gay when he was 14, a freshman in high school. he’d always ~known but was scared as hell to come out. he was essentially forced out of the closet before he was ready and it was very tough for him, but thankfully when he came out to his parents they were beyond accepting and made that experience a little easier than it would otherwise have been. especially with two years of experimenting and getting to know himself, he’s very open and comfortable with himself now

this boy smokes so 👏 much 👏 weed 👏 always has a joint or two on him tucked away between his cigarettes. he is also, however, big-time against hard drugs (coke, heroin, meth, etc). he’s done coke a couple times, but like in general he won’t touch that shit !! and he’ll probably purse his lips at u if u do it in front of him, but unless ur like rly good friends he prob won’t actually say anything bc he tries not to be ~preachy. if ur good friends tho boy watch out he’ll randomly get pissed off abt it and start a fight eryfjyethyrgaudhsja

he had a bf in high school (potential wc) that he was like heart eyes over but stuff went down and in the end they sort of mutually broke up after a huge explosive fight. it’s mostly jasper’s fault and he knows that and it’s lowkey his biggest regret. his second bf was his not long after and ended being a crazy asshole so he’s sworn off boyfriends anymore for a while and he’s still in that mindset except deep down he’s craving that intimacy

he wild !! seriously he has so much excess energy and acts like a child most of the time. he will throw skittles at people’s heads for the vine

he’s like super into philosophy bc of his dad, and he’s intelligent so the concepts come to him quickly and easily, but he’s completely unable to apply those concepts to his real life he’s literally too childish. he also has a lot of random knowledge, catch him rhapsodizing about medieval juridical systems and the origins of whaling in america

he’s an artist at heart, he's usually doodling on napkins and receipts etc no matter where he is or what he’s doing. he’ll usually have paint stains on his hands and arms and sometimes legs

aesthetics include wearing dirty converse and shirts that are way too big on him, ripped jeans rolled up at the ends, tall socks, scrapes and bruises on his elbows and knees, white wine, headphones around his neck, a tattered book in his hand, sunglasses indoors, loudly popping bubble gum, snarky retorts to questions not directed at him, jumping fences for a midnight swim in a closed pool, cigarettes and joints, sunsets, eating fruit on the beach, acting tough even tho he’s literally tiny

you get the idea

also for reference he’s brunet!troye

so yH he is pretentious and sarcastic as fuck and pretends not to care when he acts childish and ends up offending ppl except UH OH deep down he feels bad n is just trying to figure out how to navigate growing up n entering the adult world u dig ??

works at art murmur bc he tried school and HATED IT!! and doesn’t want responsibility just wants to be a gremlin

that’s all i have for u here but like HIT! ME! UP! bitches i am a SLUT for angst give me the most dramatic plots possible i want it all !!

CONNECTION IDEAS:

girl gang ! jas needs his ladies and gays to gossip and watch rom coms and cry abt cute boys with

hookups ! i want toxic on and off hookups, unrequited feelings (either way), one nights stands, etc etc

someone who jasper rly wants to sleep with/they rly wna sleep with jasper but it hasn’t happened for whatever reason

i rly want a plot where like jas and this person used to HATE each other but now they’re like rly close yuergfsjyergh

also vice versa. they were super close at first and bc of a fight or whatever they’re like E N E M I E S now

art buddy ! someone else who will whip out their grungy clothes and spread out newspapers all over the floor and paint the day away with him

he’s rly good at breaking people out of their shells so anyone who’s like more of an ~innocent and needs someone to expose them to partying n being wild…….hit him uP

partying friends, ride or die, an ex, someone who he rly looks up to, someone who hates him, someone who looks up to him??, EVERYTHING ok every angsty plot u can imagine i want

coworkers?? people around the mall he’s gotten friendly w and has lunch w or smth???

people who cannot stand him PLEASE he’s so annoying and hyperactive

anything angsty to do w the murder plot......

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ianfm​

“I don’t know, are you planning to try me?” Ian challenged. “Just cut the shit already. It was a real funny joke and served it’s purpose. Now clean it up,” he persisted. Ian wasn’t going to let Jasper get away with this. Not when he was already pretty pissed knowing Bo had a run in with Jasper recently. “I don’t know, seems about on par with feeling the need to bring up the fact you’ve slept with my boyfriend, don’t you think?” He was just taking Jasper’s course on how to be classy right now. If he didn’t like maybe he should be presenting something else. “Yeah, usually a good lay makes people less miserable. Don’t think you should count on someone like that coming into your life though,” he confirmed. A pretty face could only get you so far and clearly how sour he was at his core shone through a little too brightly through his candy coated exterior. 

“so you admit it was funny,” jasper says, deliberately missing the point. “who do i look like to you, andre the giant? no, i’m not planning to try you, ian, i was making a joke since you seem, you know, disinclined to let me get away with this absolute travesty of a crime scene i’ve apparently created.” exhaling a little too dramatically, he has to admit, at least in his head, that ian’s got a point — probably tacky to have brought it up, but god, it’s so hard to fight the impulse to mess with him. “now that’s not nice,” jasper frowns, pooching out his lower lip a little for extra emphasis. “just because you think i’m vile doesn’t mean nobody else can ever love me for who i am. in fact, some people in this world who have a sense of humor might even get a kick out of me.”

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tommyhq​​

“ hurry . ” tommy said teasingly , smiling up at him with a gentle expression on his face . he could feel just the smallest amount of weed falling onto his stomach , right below the bandages he had . “ i’m not moving ! ” he exclaims , but he definitely was , and he blames it on the adhd . tommy always tells himself it’s the last time . that after this round , they’re done for good , but they always find themselves in each other’s embrace . he could seriously hate jasper sometimes , but it’s moments like these were tommy is reminded just why he goes back to him , every damn time . he could hate himself for falling again later , but right now , as the light from the cracked window hits jasper in the best way possible , all he can focus on is him . he inhales as the other lights the joint , and he sits up , blowing out smoke through his nose . “ you do roll some pretty good joints , but i’d say this is the second best one . remember the one you rolled for the fourth of july ? ” he asks , taking another hit , and handing it to him , “ that one was number one . it was such a fat joint . ” 

“slow down,” jasper laughs, gently pushing tommy back down when he tries to sit up. the bandaging on his chest is completely surreal to look at, to know what it means, what’s underneath it. there are so many people getting hurt and if not hurt, psychologically traumatized, and jasper isn’t sure anymore whether to be grateful nothing’s happened to him or completely terrified at the prospect of some monstrous unknown right around the corner. for all his fascination and all he likes to talk about everything happening like a little kid discussing a myth they know not to be true, the deepest most secret part of him just wants all of this over with. to feel safe again. for his friends and family to feel safe again. “no sitting up for you. if you start bleeding through that bandage it’ll completely ruin the moment. also i don’t want you to die, necessarily.” grinning at the memory of the fourth of july, jasper takes the joint and moves gently off of tommy’s lap, feet tucked beneath him on the bed. “yeah, that thing was massive. my mom would kill me for telling anyone but she showed me how to do it,” he grins. “she was a regular hippie in her day.” and, nearly without pause, fingers skimming carefully across the plaster bandage, “how are you feeling?” his voice softens, his cheeks taking on a tint of pink. “i still can’t believe this happened.”

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horrorbxby​

      ⟡   max   half   laughs   -   half   scoffs   in   response.   ❝ oh   it’s   not   your   sense   of   humor   -   if   that’s   what   you   want   to   call   it.   it’s   not   exactly   assuming   when   you’ve   been   with   at   least   two   of   my   best   friends.   biblically, ❞   thankfully   they   spared   them   the   details   -   and   whether   or   not   jasper   called   anyone   daddy   unironically   was   something   they   couldn’t   care   less   about.   the   more   jasper   tries   to   be   witty   with   max,   the   quicker   they   lose   their   patience.   ❝ there   is   no   flaw   in   my   argument.   janitors   are   paid   by   the   hour,   not   by   the   job.   it’s   a   mall   and   there’s   always   more   mess   to   clean.   a   janitor   doesn’t   just   go   home   when   the   place   is   clean   for   a   minute.   who’s   going   to   clean   up   after   the   child   who   spreads   ketchup   on   the   floor   five   minutes   later ? ❞   it   becomes   evident   to   her   that   jasper   doesn’t   think   about   the   other   people   who   help   the   mall   run   smoothly,   and   it’s   not   a   quality   max   appreciates   in   a   person.   ❝ look,   i’m   not   a   narc.   but   you’ll   be   sent   to   hr   if   you   keep   this   shit   up.   so   it’s   your   call. ❞

“oh my god, i sleep with a couple dudes and suddenly i’m gay?” jasper scoffs, putting on a show of entirely feigned offense. “fine, guilty as charged, i guess, handcuff me and take me away.” it’s not as if he doesn’t know how shifts work at these types of jobs — food, retail, janitorial, all of it — seeing as he works one of them, but he’s always had a terrible habit of playing devil’s advocate for laughs. rude, pointless, and immature, his dad had once declared it. all true, probably, but he’s not yet found the will to stop himself. he merely rolls his eyes as max goes on, but all the fun drains out of it when they get all fair and logical on him and he heaves a great sigh of defeat. “you know, it’s not like i go around spraying the walls with condiments every chance i get. i was only having a laugh. if i clean it up, will you quit giving me that look?”

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intjposts​:

MBTI types and their oxymoronic identities

ISTJ: Idealistic Pragmatic

ISFJ: Logical Caregiver

ISTP: Intuitive Engineer

ISFP: Practical Dreamer

INTP: Human-centered Robots

INFP: Delicate Fighter

INTJ: Sensitive Thinker

INFJ: Logical Feeler

ENTJ: Pragmatic Six-senser

ENFJ: Judgmental Caregiver

ENTP: Empathetic Joker

ENFP: Philosophical Life-of-the-party

ESTJ: Impulsive Organiser

ESFJ: Needy Protector

ESTP: Insensitive People-lover

ESFP: Organised Fun-lover

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ianfm​

“It’s accurate too,” Ian added continuing to pay much mind to the theatrics Jasper put on. They couldn’t be more opposite than each other. How they’d both caught Bo Turner’s attention like they did baffled him but now wasn’t the time to think about that. “We’ll stand here all day then,” he said looking at his watch. He wasn’t due back anywhere anytime soon. He wasn’t just going to let Jasper get away with something as distasteful as this. He’d almost got a proper reaction out of him at his next words. They made Ian want to laugh. “Yeah, he told me about that. I feel bad for him sounds like you’re real shit in bed,” he explained. Ian had bigger things to cry about in his life than Bo messing around with some cruddy person. “The paper towels are right around the corner in the bathroom there,” he directed him. He’d love to talk more about how Bo chose him over Jasper but he saw drying ketchup that needed dealt with first. 

“i mean,” jasper snorts, “you can certainly stand here all day if you’re so moved. i won’t be. unless you’re planning on going feral and attacking me when i walk away.” the little jibe about being shitty in bed makes him wonder if bo really said it about him, and if so, how unutterably petty it would be to say that to a new boyfriend. it surprises him, a bit. “is that what he told you? wow, very classy. also classy of you to bring it up to me, but i guess we all do weird, tacky things when we’re upset. i mean,” he adds, feigning a reasonable-sounding tone, “i personally have found that it’s all about chemistry in bed, but i guess it is possible i’m simply shit across the board.” he clucks his tongue. “poor bo, having to deal with that. just terrible. thank goodness he has you now. you must be, like, so good in bed compared to me. maybe one day if i’m really lucky i’ll find my own ian.”

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urdamage​

               bo’s face immediately scrunched up in displeasure at the sound of jasper saying his full first name , the one variation of his name no one called him , the one he wouldn’t let people call him . “ stop it - don’t do that . ” his voice was serious and stern this time . “ don’t call me robert , you know i don’t like that . ” he was glad to have this to focus on , however , as it meant he didn’t have to comment on their relationship as jasper had done . bo was happy in his current relationship , he didn’t really need to spend time talking about his previous ones . instead , he would be happy with moving on and having jasper in his life in a different way - that was , if they could ever get to the point where their personalities didn’t clash so much . jasper making such a switch by going from annoying to sincere was shocking to bo , in all honesty . he was shocked at first , then confused , and then somewhat angry , even . but only in the gentle , upset sort of way bo usually felt anger . “ so you are aware of what happened to me . ” he put down the last of the vhs tapes he held before turning to lean against the shelf . “ i would have thought someone who knew wouldn’t come in here making my life harder . you know , it’s still a struggle being at work - not only doing the work , but being where it happened . ” he was honest in what he said , perhaps more honest than he had ever been with jasper in his entire life . but then suddenly he felt uncomfortable in doing that , so he continued to speak as if he hadn’t already said all of that . “ i’m doing better . ”

shrugging, jasper says, “i heard.” his stomach curls a little. it doesn’t matter how often his dad engages him in those heavy, gut-busting emotional talks that strip jasper raw and force him to confront uncomfortable feelings and realities he’d rather avoid, he never gets any better at doing it on his own, with other people. like treading dark water with no confidence in one’s ability to swim. he looks up finally, meeting bo’s stormy gaze with none of the usual adolescent narcissism he wears like a molting second skin he just can’t seem to shed. “i’m glad,” he says, knowing it’s probably not true and bo’s only saying he’s better to have this done with. “i mean. you’re living your life and stuff, that’s good. i didn’t mean to -- i wasn’t trying to make your life harder, really. i thought messing with you a little might ... i dunno, feel normal. take your mind off things or whatever,” he explains rather lamely. it sounds idiotic out loud. he does mean it though, or had meant well at least, for whatever it sounds like, and for whatever the actual result had been. “stupid, i guess. i’m sorry for not saying anything before now. i kept avoiding it.”

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ashpelletier​

“Thank you” Ash took a sip of his coffee that had long gone cold and was now more like cold coffee flavored sludge. “I’d tell you what it was but you’d probably think it’s stupid” Ash shook his head, eyes cast down at the old slightly stained Formica table. “Everyone does.” He wasn’t blind and he wasn’t an idiot. People were being killed or harmed or losing their loved ones. It was horrible. Ash understood that. In the grand scheme of things, no one really cared to hear about something as silly as Ash being a little homesick or. He understood, really he did. 

That didn’t mean it didn’t sting to know that his own suffering was being invalidated because it wasn’t as large as other people’s. Trauma was trauma. “Well, aren’t you a special little snowflake?” he shot an annoyed glare at the stranger. He hadn’t meant to snap, really he hadn’t but the stranger’s remark had struck a nerve and he felt his hackles rising. Strangers were hard. He had nothing on this person to attack, no weakness or secret to latch onto. If he knew this person he’d have sunk his claws into this guy. “Sounds fun” Ash’s said with an appreciative nod. “I’m in”

“i don’t really think anything that’s traumatized someone is stupid,” jasper tells him with a shrug. “not always great at knowing what to say, but, like. if spilling to a stranger helps, i’m all ears.” he smiles, less offended by ‘special little snowflake’ than amused by his perennial propensity for getting underneath people’s skin without much effort on his part. sometimes he finds himself wondering what exactly it is, if he’s truly that intrinsically grating, or if perhaps it has more to do with the people he finds himself talking to, like a cheeky cat seeking out the one person in the room who wants nothing to do with it. “i would apologize for having been lucky in my life so far,” he says ironically, “but that seems silly, doesn’t it?” and, surprised as hell by the acquiescence to his half-joking proposal, his back straightens and he says, “seriously? you want to? say the word and i’ll get some spray paint. you can tell me your whole sordid story while we wreak havoc and i can tell you all about how nietzsche said that we could use pain to heal from trauma.”

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arthurnor​

“It’s not shame as much as respect. You know, that’s a lot of smoke to take into your body, not everyone can handle it. I should give you a club card or something for being an elite member.” He teased, closing the door behind the other after they were into the house. WHen the other dropped, Arthur walked over to his small chest in the living room before placing it on the table. “Two ounces? what are you trying to make brownies that send you to mars?” He teased with a laugh, pulling out two very large baggies for the other. “I’ve got maui wowi and mk ultra today. That good fo you?” He asked with a small smirk, leaning back in the chair he had settled into. “Weed daddy?”

jasper says, “saturn, actually.” he toes his shoes off — a bit of etiquette drilled unforgivingly into his head by his mom, powerful enough even to penetrate jasper’s chaotic, careless energy and make it habit — and pulls his legs up on the sofa to cross them. “i’m all about those rings. and i’m making a lot of them. mind your business, sweaty.” as soon as the baggies are pulled out of the chest he can smell the fresh bud and it has the pavlovian effect of chilling him out a little bit. “you are the weed daddy, are you not?” he grins. “and yeah, that’s fine, whatever you have. are they both hybrids? god herself couldn’t handle me on a pure sativa brownie.”

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urdamage​

               being unable to keep up with a partner sounded terribly incorrect when talking about bo . typically , he had always been the person who was too much , who others couldn’t keep up with , who was too demanding or needy or high energy or - just a lot , truly . if one person could compete with his intensity , however , he felt as though jasper could , even if it was in a very different way , the two of them being annoying but differently . that was one of the reasons for their downfall . they had quickly begun burning bright together in a whirlwind of passion and intensity , but their ending was even more explosive than that , their spark fizzling out just as quickly as it had begun to burn . at least in times like these , when jasper was reminding bo of how incompatible the two of them were , he was still able to prove that he was still human by doing something like handing over the misplaced tape . “ i don’t get how that’s funny . ” he spoke truthfully - being the kind who spoke his mind almost immediately , almost always . “ oh . ” he realised it after only a moment , frowning at himself for letting himself be honest with jasper . “ well yeah like i don’t wanna play a part in your kink so i’m not going to degrade you about it . ” he shrugged his shoulders . “ it was never even my thing when i would’ve entertained something of yours . ”

“still joking, robert,” jasper lilts, not without the grin still in place. “hundred percent joking. we don’t need to start digging through the rubble of our relationship, as far as exes go i think we did pretty much alright.” he knows he irritates bo, as he irritates so many people, but it’s not like he can’t come in here and mess around with him when he feels like it. and he probably wouldn’t tell bo this, but it’s an accomplishment, for him. something he can point to and say, look, i’m growing up, i can be friends with my ex. pretty neat, right? “actually, i, um ... i didn’t just come to fuck around with your movies.” as bo moves to put away the vhs jasper had so graciously surrendered, he follows again and feels his cheeks warm a little. serious things -- he’s not so good at them, although he’d like to be, in theory. toying with some curling plastic on a vhs cover instead of meeting bo’s eyes, he says, “i was just -- i thought i’d see, like, you know ... how you’re doing. or whatever.” 

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thrustfists​

Posie isn’t eating anything in the food court, mostly because she cant afford any of the overpriced junk that’s being sold, but she doesn’t really have anywhere to go on her lunch break, and with the weather getting colder, she’s hardly going to sit outside. Instead, she sits at a table with her headphones in, penning down random lyrics that might one day be turned into a song. When her attention is grabbed by a familiar voice she pulls out one of her headphones and looks over at the crime scene ‘‘ ah, shit! ’’ she exclaims with dramatised horror ‘‘ actually, I kinda have to agree - that wouldn’t be such a tragedy. ’’

“it simply wouldn’t!” jasper says with exaggerated enthusiasm, as if finally, finally he’s found someone with whom he can share some feigned, general disdain for half of humanity. as if he’s been anything but terrified since this started happening, and people -- people he knows --started getting hurt. “off the top of my head i can name a dozen people i wouldn’t miss. most of them are frequent customers who let their kids run loose in the permanent marker aisle.” the sight of her headphones finally catches up to jasper and he adds, “sorry for ruining your lyric-writing sesh, i’m desperately bored. are you closing tonight? i might have to come hijack one of those karaoke machines later.”

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ashpelletier​

What the hell was he even doing? Sitting here in a cafe sat across from some random person blabbing about his feelings like a little bitch. New Mexico Ash didn’t find himself in this type of situation. New Mexico Ash didn’t have an existential crisis at the drop of a hat. New Mexico Ash was put together, completely unhindered by all the baggage and emotional trauma that Shrike Heights Ash had picked up. There were days where he longed for New Mexico Ash and days where he found he hated him. Today he couldn’t decide which way he was feeling about him. Ash watched the stranger as he started touching up the smudged letters he’d scrawled on his knuckles with a permanent marker, scowling unhappily at the stranger’s remark about him being an alien.  

Ash fought the urge to lash out. To cut the stranger with sharp biting words that were sure to cut deep and leave wounds. But he found he was simply too emotionally drained, too weary of everything to even muster the energy for that. “Thank you, truly that helped not at all” he replied, shaking his head and glaring at the stranger. “To be honest, I was already kind of traumatized before all this shit started going down” he said with a sigh. Of course the trauma of being forcibly removed from his safe and comfortable home was now secondary to the fact that his life had now become a horror movie. “It really doesn’t” Ash answered drily. 

“well,” jasper says, shrugging not as a gesture of apathy but rather a more honest display of a lack of the right words, “i’m sorry for whatever happened. you know, that traumatized you before and everything.” it’s a very heavy energy that jasper feels from this arbitrary person, and he likes that. he can feel the disdain ( most people feel that around him, he thinks ), the anger, the irritation and frustration and the fizzling of a fuse that hasn’t yet reached its end. jasper could, he knows, probably get him there. won’t, but could. “i never had anything bad happen to me before,” he admits bluntly, vaguely interested in the way that makes him feel sort of guilty. “like, before all of this. i mean, small stuff, you know, but i guess i’m pretty lucky.” He nods to the hand with ‘fuck’ written on the knuckles and says, “we have spray paint at art murmur, you know. you could write your message in really big letters on a wall somewhere.”

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ofkingsnqueens​

“without a shirt?” he asked, his smart-ass grin growing when he lifted it up from wherever he had found it laying on the ground. it was as if he had him hostage or something. until he thought of stealing one of river’s shirts, which were conveniently folded in his room since he had just done laundry not long ago. river wasn’t the smart one here, anyway. he just liked to believe he was for a second. “oh, persuaded?” river tilted his head. “more? what else can you possibly want?” he didn’t like to sell any of his harder things to people he knew. he could be an addict himself, but he didn’t want to see his friends go down the deep hole he had sunk himself in long ago. “well,” he shrugged. “i could be persuaded into thinking pancakes are my favorite this morning,” he grinned, using the exact same tone jasper had used on him. “depending what else you threw in.” he almost broke into a little laugh. 

in lieu of any verbal answer jasper gives a little shrug, grinning. it all sounds rhetorical, but even if it wasn’t, he has no idea what he wants. here, now, with river, in this specific situation, but also in a more general sense. he never really feels like he knows what he wants. well ... mostly never. right now, for instance, he does know that he likes how river is looking at him, and the teasing tone of his voice, and the smell of pancakes, and he knows that as long as he’s allowed to stay a while, he wants that. maybe it’s just sex and pancakes and harmless flirting, maybe it lacks substance because he struggles to just be normal around most people rather than a hyperactive, hypersexual storm of chaos and messy intimacy, but that’s okay. for now, it’s still okay. “is that right?” jasper laughs, leaning his elbows on the table and lifting his eyebrows. “well i guess that depends what else you’d like me to throw in. shall i draw you a bubble bath and read you french poetry?”

[wtfmalhgo]

I just saw a kid yell ‘fuck off’ at the top of his lungs and then his phone started ringing so he picked it up like 2 fucking milliseconds after it started ringing and said “hi mama” in the softest god damn voice I’ve ever heard

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3rdmixtape​

there was a difference between people julien naturally couldn’t stand, and those who seemed to purposely be a nuisance just to get a reaction, like jasper. it almost felt like he couldn’t be annoyed by the other, because then that would’ve been playing into what he wanted? but god, julien couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the ramble. “you’re pretty good at bullshitting, i’ll give you that. we could’ve been friends in another life.” they sighed somewhat dramatically for effect, eyes following the ketchup trail until it was out of view. “ya know, i could never tell if you annoyed the fuck out of me or if i was secretly impressed with the attitude. this is gonna piss a lot of people off and i kinda want to see it.”

“oh, everyone’s livid,” jasper assures him with an amused little grin. “if i may, i think you should consider exploring that complex dialectic of being both impressed and annoyed with me, seeing as i am both impressive and annoying in equal capacity.” taking the lid off his drink, he tilts a few pieces of ice into his mouth and crushes them exuberantly between his teeth. “we all have a human tendency to try and narrow things down to one answer but it’s just not that simple sometimes. and when we can’t accept that, it gets us all confused and emotional and upset. which,” he concedes, “is probably why i drive people into paroxysms of rage so alarmingly often. also explains why a disproportionate amount of my hookups are just hate sex. i literally rob people of their sanity, i guess.” he shrugs. “maybe i’m a chaos demon, spawn of nyarlathotep.”

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mvkenv​

     remnants of a cherry slushee slosh around at the bottom of her cup as makena saunters across the food court, her lunch break nearly spent. lost in her own world, she would have glided right by jasper, had he not snagged her attention with the display of some sort of red substance splattered on the floor toward the bathrooms. for a split second, her heart jolts. whether it’s out of fear or excitement though, she doesn’t really have time to decipher the feeling until realization dawns on her. “ oh my god, no way. look at all the … blood. ”  glossed lips press firmly around the tip of her straw, crushing the flimsy plastic as a chuckle threatened to break character, while her hand vapidly gestures toward the staged crime scene. “ who could it be ?  the butcher ..  the baker ?  the candlestick maker ? ” free hand rises to settle over her chest, oozing with faux sympathy, until jasper’s final comment ends the scene and she’s quickly sporting a small smirk. “ well, if it was him, at least now we’d know who did it; karma. ”

“okay but ‘karma’ would be a good name for one of the killers, though,” jasper says, brought up short by the simple genius of it. “like, especially if it really is all those angry hillbilly local business owners behind everything? ‘the slayer’ is so on-the-nose. just because you’re a murderer doesn’t mean you have to pick a boring theme, you know? the bubblegum twins get it.” it’s kind of a sick obsession he has with these freaks terrorizing the mall, but kena’s no different, really. so at least there’s that. his dad tells him it’s a coping mechanism. “if i have to be literally afraid of dying every time i come into work these people could at least put a little effort into it.”

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ianfm​

“More human than you, you parasite,” Ian expressed without changing his cadence any. Ian was familiar with Jasper’s shit. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to cross through one of the slimey trails that seemed to follow them wherever they went. “But like I already said, clean this shit up,” he repeated. “Maybe while you’re doing that you can come up with a better way of begging for attention.” He shifted from his spot ever so slightly to make his stance on the ground more firm. Ian didn’t plan on moving until this “prank” was cleaned up. 

utterly floored by the savagery of everything ian’s just said, jasper’s mouth parts in shock and he lets out a small, surprised laugh. “ian,” he says, holding a hand up as if to stop him, “i have to be honest, i’ve been called all kinds of names in my life, but parasite is refreshingly savage and hilarious.” and isn’t it kind of a little ticklingly ironic that he’d just lamented to bo his refusal to participate in any kind of degradation kink jasper may or may not have had? he watches as ian sets his stance, grin widening at the power play. “that being said, you can stand here all day if you want, it won’t make me clean the floor, and it also won’t make it so that i never had sex with your boyfriend. maybe you should cry about it a little.”