#jasco

[sapphire-to-the-rain]

soft girls ♥️

this silly doodle is completely and totally dedicated to m @the-georgia-on-my-mind . thank you for being patient while i went through eleven different versions of the final sketch and also for being the best ever xoxo

references!! iz*one shoutout 😭

[necr0terio]

can i talk my shit (jasco renaissance) again?

[lydias-kollins]

JASCO OH HOW I'VE MISSED YOU

[thecollectionsof]

#3, ship of your choice 😊

yay of course thank you!!!! some jasya/jasco for ya (it's really jasyasco but they haven't figure that out yet)

“How stupid do you think I am? Don’t answer that.”

Daya doesn't look up from her phone when Jasmine walks through the door in a huff. She doesn't look up when Jas sighs loudly, only glancing at her when she flops down on the couch and throws her legs over her lap. 

"I think I'm dying," she whines, when none of her other bids for attention work, and it earns her a twitch of her lip, just the corner, a grin that’s hidden before it even begins.

Daya scoffs—familiar and frustrating—still not even looking up from her phone, as if something on there is more important than her suffering. "You're not dying, you're 23."

"23 year olds can die! And this is it for me, Daya, I'm serious."

"What'd you do?" She's finally gifted a glance by her horrible, stuck-up roommate that she's somehow become close to. 

Jasmine splutters despite fully expecting this. "How stupid do you think I am?” Daya’s lips quirk again. “Don't answer that. Ugh.” She glares and adjusts herself to be more in Daya’s lap, just to be annoying. It’s what Daya deserves. She swats at Jas’ leg when it tries to poke her phone out of her hand, clutching it harder, but it turns the screen enough to show her that Daya’s just scrolling to be annoying and not actually doing anything important.

Which means it’s storytime. “So, I was just getting coffee after work, like normal, because I deserve it, and I fully tripped in front of—”

Daya finally grins, putting her phone down as she whips her head around to look at her. “Jas. Jazzy. You tripped in front of your girlfriend?”

“She’s a barista, not my girlfriend.”

“You wish she was your girlfriend, though.”

“Not anymore! I ate shit on the concrete in front of her and spilled my drink everywhere and then ran away! I was covered in iced macchiato, thank god I had a sweater to change into, and—”

Daya groans, throwing her arms over Jasmine’s legs. “Ugh, you didn’t even go back and get a new one from her? You are gonna die. I’m gonna kill you.”

[snowflakenali]

Exchange fic for @fuckyeah-dragrace <3 @dragraceficevents

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

NATTIE!!! I was so excited to get to write something for you :) I didn't finish the whole thing in time unfortunately, but here's a first chapter and I hope you enjoy pirate dayasco and mermaid jasmine as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Daya made her way to the ship’s stern, where other crew members stood in a half circle around the net, their eyes wide. They parted when Daya approached, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw what they pulled out of the water. “No way,” Bosco said, coming up behind her. “Is that…?” Crystal trailed off. “I didn't think they were even real,” Daya muttered in disbelief. On the floor, tangled in the fishing net, was a mermaid. A real mermaid.

Thank you to Juno, Gi, and missvanjiebitchh for letting me talk about this idea and helping me out at different points in time <3

[ml-nolan]

Richard Nixon voice: “Moi name is Nico Wha-rez and moi pronouns are they/them. My boifriend makes smut and Henry Kissinger won’t shaht the fawk awp about his podcast.”

Anyway, that is neither the blurb nor the cover but way to go Google.

Go buy my book I guess 😆

Love, Lies, and Cryptids

One minute, Nico Juarez is enjoying the stability of their job as editor at Unified Theory Press. The next, they're stuck with a terrible ne

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue August 15, 1971

Samantha Jones wears a wool-and-angora cardigan, Halston International. Halston Limited jersey pants (Jasco) knitted in America. Silver, Elsa Peretti for Halston. Belt, Anne Klein for Calderon. Kayser gloves. Blazer, of Emba natural "Jasmine" mink dyed forest green (not shown) antelope suede gauchos cuffed in mink, by Christian Dior Furs. Blazer, of Emba natural "Jasmine" mink dyed forest green (not shown) antelope suede gauchos cuffed in mink, by Christian Dior Furs. Ara Gallant coiffure.

Samantha Jones porte un cardigan en laine et angora, Halston International. Pantalon en jersey Halston Limited (Jasco) tricoté en Amérique. Argent, Elsa Peretti pour Halston. Ceinture, Anne Klein pour Calderon. Gants Kayser. Blazer, de gauchos en daim d'antilope Emba naturel "Jasmine" teint vert forêt (non représenté) avec revers en vison, par Christian Dior Furs. Blazer, de gauchos en daim d'antilope Emba naturel "Jasmine" teint vert forêt (non représenté) avec revers en vison, par Christian Dior Furs. Ara Gallant coiffure.

Photo Richard Avedon vogue archive

[puppywritesthings]

six sentence superhero sunday

so i'm writing a dayasco superhero au (superhero daya/villain bosco), but ironically enough, here's some jasco to start it off.

Superhero/villain name rundown:

Demoness: Bosco

Dragonfly: Daya

Devil Doll: Willow

“She’s late.”

“What did you just say?” The Demoness whipped her head towards her bound victim looking uncharacteristically impatient.

Jasmine looked around her surroundings and sighed. There weren’t any sudden break-ins or shouting matches with laser beams flying just yet. It was just her and the woman who kidnapped her. “I think Dragonfly’s late. She’d be scooping me up in her arms right about now.”

“You’d imagine someone who gets kidnapped every other week to not be so picky about when she gets rescued.” The Demoness muttered. “Maybe I should get a new damsel to kidnap. They shouldn’t be in short supply… How about that ginger over at the Gazette? She seems like fun. Certainly seems quieter than you…”

“Oh, Camden? Yeah…” Jasmine pretended to consider the options, then shook her head. “I don’t think Devil Doll would be happy about that.”

“You’re a smart girl, Kennedie. I bet you don’t get told that often.”