#jett.

[lemonlopez]

SMS / 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 & 𝐣𝐞𝐭𝐭

LEMON: jettson

LEMON: if i were to hypothetically by you clothes

LEMON: that weren't khaki shorts or khaki pants

LEMON: what would you want?

[shatterling]

a black obelisk looms in your rearview mirror ; the horrors of your mother’s blood like obliterating fire in your veins. outrunning the abyss is a fool’s errand, and yet the drum of your sneakers on the blacktop echoes, the sweat on your brow cold from starless night. ❝ without your family, you are n o t h i n g ❞  — and yet you defy and dare to become, shedding skins, wearing pelts of lies and until they start to feel real. until the question of you is lost, once again, to the demands of survival. 

// will you take control of yourself or stay the path of the stray dog ? homeless, nameless, soulless …

✝ STATS ✝

full name: jett morrigan. age: thirty-three. d.o.b: october 3rd. zodiac: aries sun, sagittarius moon, virgo rising. occupation: projectionist at reels. hometown: swan lake, australia. current residence: cardinal hill, wa. time in cardinal hill: 2 years + 4 months. species: witch. sexuality: pansexual + demiromantic. faceclaim: chai hansen.

✝ PERSONALITY ✝

positive traits: resourceful, adventurous, creative, generous, independent.

negative traits: critical, stubborn, unpredictable, devil’s advocate, lack of focus.

in focus: jett has been running since he was eighteen, driven by fear of what followed on his heels and what darkness lived in his veins. this stray-dog mentality that there’s no where safe to rest has only started to subside in the last year since arriving in cardinal hill. still, the number of masks he’s worn along the way have made his true identity difficult to discern, even for himself. there’s a sense of restlessness about him, a constant looking over his shoulder, a need to poke at the boundaries to make sure they won’t hold him fast. he’s quick to start a debate on a myriad of topics just to figure out where he truly lands on the subject. this makes him come off as an asshole, a devil’s advocate, but it’s intrinsic to him figuring out who he is beyond the survival instincts, behind the vaporous facade. 

films are a huge comfort to him. the scripts never change, and he’s seen so many that he can figure out the ending long before the story’s over. ( yet another annoying habit. ) beyond the stories themselves, he’s drawn to cinematography, the shot, the focus. capturing the perfect perspective with a rich atmosphere. unfortunately, he is known for turning this critical eye on himself & the world around him. he tries not to be negative, and redirects by changing the atmosphere. it can feel jarring to those who don’t know him well, but those that do likely understand why he does it — to pull himself out of whatever toxic thoughts are blooming in his brain.

✝ HEADCANONS ✝

originally from australia, his accent has stuck despite years of trying to unlearn it.

he lives in a camper in the trailer park, unwilling to give up mobility and settle down in an apartment. 

reels has become a safe haven for him. his inner sanctum within cardinal hill. because of his affinity for films and the care he takes in procuring and taking care of their archive, he often hosts midnight premiers for his close friends, playing more obscure or very old titles.

he’s been saving up to purchase his own camera, but he’s a ways off. that doesn’t keep him from digesting everything he can about cinematography. he’s often composing shots and scribbling screenplays in the booth while at work.

a very inexperienced magic user.

having spent most of his life sleeping under the stars or traveling through the wilderness, he loves camping and the woods. he can often be caught swimming at blue holes in the state park, hiking, or even just lying on top of his camper watching the sky.

he has a gray tabby cat named ruckus, and she’s been his companion for nearly ten years.

✝ WANTED CONNECTIONS ✝

film junkies for life ! a close friend that cares as much about cinematography as jett as come to. they frequent the drive-in, hang out in the booth during premiers, throw release parties & private showings for their friends ( or just for themselves ) — they might even be plotting a film, brainstorming into the early hours of the morning.

changeover cue ! someone that jett has confided in about his secret. this person would be incredibly close to him and likely a mentor-type — not necessarily older but more experienced in the use of magic. jett relies on them as he embarks on the journey toward understanding his own powers and feeling out who he is as a witch.

general connections: co-worker(s), hiking/camping partner, cat sitter, neighbor(s), hook-up, etc.

romantic connection: because jett is demiromantic, he would need to be deeply in love in order to commit to someone completely. a deep connection is possible, but it will be someone that is truly invested in helping him figure out who he is, unafraid of unraveling his past, and who he trusts completely.

[blake--winter]

𝙹𝚎𝚝𝚝 𝚁𝚘𝚎.

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

[dawnlehnsherr]

tag drop.

[wrenbanner]

tag dump, part one !

[puckermanoah]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Noah Puckerman & @jett-lp​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Sometime during the week. Lunch time.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: WMHS Parking Lot. Jett’s car.

Noah Puckerman simply did not cut class or skip school. Unless the girl was quite literally on her death bed there would be no way she would miss school. Even if she had felt like she had learned almost everything McKinley had to offer her, school was important. Education was important. But what McKinley couldn’t offer the blonde was good food and that’s how she found herself sitting in Jett Lopez-Pierce’s car, eating takeout Breadstix in the parking lot of WMHS. Digging a fork into her pasta, she ate her food somewhat silently (Breadstix pasta was better than McKinley pasta by a long shot). She knew she shouldn’t have been hanging out with Jett out of loyalty for Zoe, but there was still some loyalty that Noah had to the Lopez-Pierce clan. Besides, Jett was willing to drive. So she’d be fine with betraying Zoe for a few minutes if it meant she didn’t have to eat something terrible for lunch. “What did you get again?” She asked, peering over to glance at Jett’s takeout. “I think I’m already full,” she announced, closing her box and setting it in the floorboard. They still had a good fifteen minutes before their lunch period was over. “So, catch me up to speed with the life of Jett. How’s school? Any new lasses or lads? College admissions? It’s girl gab time.”

[lupusrcx]

@deepstdesxres​

It’d been nearly a week since the fire and Raphael had done little more than scheme, bark out orders, and delve so deeply into his research that there were evenings where he’d retreat into his study and only Baby or Camille would be able to pull him out come morning. There was no time for sleep, or to eat---not when the kingdom he’d fucking built had suddenly come under attack. Luca understood, of course, as his right hand man and brother in all but blood, that the most important priority at present time was finding out who’d started the fire and why, and Raphael had decided to impress that upon Rosewood’s vast onsite security team as well.

Jett Payne was a good man, a dom that had worked at the estate for several years and had managed to earn Raphael’s trust---hardly an easy feat, of course. It wasn’t like the Head Dom to carry any amount of faith in anyone outside of his found family, but he wanted to believe that the staff members that had been around the longest would be loyal to the very end. After all, hadn’t he and Luca created a wonderful environment for their employees? With fucking health benefits to boot, and paid days off after Camille had so helpfully reminded them both that no worker should have ever had to clock in for a shift while they were quite literally throwing up blood.

With that in mind, Raphael had arranged for Jett to meet him in his study. Usually, Camille ensured that everything was kept neat and tidy, but the Head Dom hadn’t allowed her to do anything more than clear the endless cups of tea and coffee he was sustaining off of at this point, and so it had become nothing short of chaotic, papers, files, and scrawled notes that he’d written for himself throughout the night laying around haphazardly. Still, when a knock sounded at his door, he cleared his throat, adjusted his reading glasses on his nose, and called out in a clipped voice,” Come in, and shut the door behind you. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”