Split Personality

Jasper Frey/Armande | 43/473 | Medium | Staff (Magical Security) | Versatile/Top Jasper: Divination / Air Magic (expert), Abjuration / Earth Magic (advanced), Evocation / Electricity Magic (advanced) Armande: (dark magic) Necromancy (expert), Transmutation / Water Magic (advanced), Conjuration / Electricity Magic (advanced)

[trapped-in-jasper]

@mindful-mateo

Jasper was riding the ladder across the shelves, looking for a book on Scandinavian sex magick rituals. Not, for once, for pleasure, but for business. He was beginning top suspect Armande was up to something and needed to check some things. When the ladder ran out of track, Jasper just made it jump to the next shelf, going up and down a story as well as wandering different areas trying to work out the organization system. He hopped shelves around a corner and acquired a passenger accidentally. Wrapping an arm around the other man's waist, Jasper drifted to a stop somewhere around the history of porphyria in lycanthropes. Which was fascinating in and of itself, and he took a moment to snag an interesting tome while adjusting his fellow passenger so that they weren't sharing his lap. "I can drop you off on my way if you'd like. I'm headed towards runes at the moment but I could be looking in the wrong place. Has anyone told you you have ridiculously pretty eyes? Probably." The ladder started up again and was whipping past fast enough that any error would probably cause major damage to either Jasper or the library. Probably both. "I'm Jasper, by the way."

[trapped-in-jasper]

Jasper shrugged. "If the shoe fits and all that." He wasn't dying to shag the big vampire, but it wasn't like he was in the habit of turning down sex. Even bad sex could provide an interesting experience, or at least a funny story later. And if Hunter was bad, there absolutely WOULD be a story about it going around the castle.

Jasper whistled and the whisky bottle left the cabinet and drifted towards him so he could catch it without having to try too hard. "I'm sure you do. Go on then, impress me." He took a healthy swig from the bottle and set it down on a table in case he needed more. Since things were progressing, he kicked his shoes and socks off behind him so he wouldn't have to later. "What makes you worth the two-minute walk? Other than the decent whisky, that is." Crossing over to the other man, whose height certainly had potential, and grabbed the vampire's shirt to kiss him. "Not bad."

[masterxhunter]

It wasn't unusual for Hunter to find someone who didn't seem immediately into the idea of sex with him, but usually it was slaves who were fighting against the whole slave thing with every fibre of their being. Other residents of the castle were usually into it straight away, but it seemed Jasper needed a bit more effort.

Hunter didn't mind something, or someone, a little more challenging than his usual target. It was slightly more entertaining. The vampire raised his eyebrow slightly, giving a soft smirk as he watched Jasper kick off his shoes and socks. Within seconds he had the other's hand gripping his shirt and pulling him in for a heated kiss, which Hunter happily pressed into, his hand moving to the back of Jasper's neck to hold him in place. "Not bad at all," he murmured against the Scot's lips before shrugging himself out of the leather jacket he was wearing, his hand then moving to lightly grip Jasper's throat as his dark eyes flickered over the other's features. "You'll see," he chuckled, his free hand moving to unfasten Jasper's pants, tugging them open so he could slip his hand inside and give the other's cock a teasing squeeze.

[trapped-in-jasper]

Throat squeezing was one of those things that required context. For instance, once you’d established a safe word and you were in the mood, absolutely fabulous. 10/10, would do again. Had Jasper been a tad lax with safe words in the past? Yes, but really, him making bad decisions shouldn’t affect him trying to make good ones now. And Hunter, in all his fuckboy glory, was blazing a path straight past safe words into a world of red flags. So disappointing. But the evening could still be salvaged.

Grinning, Jasper bit Hunters lip. “You forgot to say please first. Tch tch tch.” He tapped Hunter on the nose and sent him flying into the couch. Settee. Whatever posh twats called them. “While I’m as enthusiastic as the next bloke, I also don’t let a vampire have his way with me without a few rules first. All that dying business, not for me.”

Using a finger to remind himself to keep it going, Jasper pointed at Hunter while dropping into a chair and leaning back comfortably. “So can we have fun with a few rules or are you going to be a total cunt about the whole thing?”

[richardmaddendaily]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RICHARD MADDEN! (June 18, 1986)

[familiar-finn]

"It's actually quite lovely," Finn commented like he'd definitely been in here before. Great place for some privacy or a romantic atmosphere and Finn preferred the heat and humidity more than the bitter Russian cold. "Fair play, probably best not askin' since I'm sure it was a weird sex thing. Loads of people are into that around here," he pointed out. The demon snorted out a laugh at the other's clumsiness, carefully avoiding that rough step as he continued until they reached the little pool. "Sure, sure, or you got hit with something like a curse for bad luck."

[trapped-in-jasper]

"You have a point, my demonic companion. It's better than whatever decorator had a horrific accident in the strip club. I don't know that I'll ever be able to get a lap dance again without suffering psychic damage from the memories." The words "loads of people are into that around here" was such an understatement that Jasper burst out laughing even as he tripped. He was still laughing when they got to the pool's edge. "I'd ask if we should get in or not, but I'm definitely getting in." He could've used magic to get naked but given that he'd literally just tripped over nothing, why risk an unfortunate incident? He stripped off the ordinary way instead and tossed his clothes aside. "C'mon, you can turn into - whatever form you like if you'd rather. You're pretty either way."

[trapped-in-jasper]

Armande sighed, bored once his imagination moved on from torturing celestials. "Long enough it had spread, not long enough to kill him. It depends how much he took and how it was consumed, and since he couldn't say for sure, I could only make a rough guess. As to who did it, I'm sure he had theories, I believe it was some familiar he didn't care for, but he could have been delirious, and he certainly didn't offer me any evidence." Standing, Armande gave Kaden a disinterested once-over. "Glad I could be of service." His knees buckled, the lights flickered wildly, and Jasper came back with a snarl and a sort of dry-heaving sound. "Fucking Christ, I hate that every fucking time. You'd better have gotten what you wanted from him, because I need to not be sober right now more than I need to think about you naked."

[kresnikxkaden]

Kaden nodded, jotting down what Armande stated although left out the other man's opinion. His job here in the investigation was merely to gather facts. He only glanced up at the less than charming noises that came from the shift of driver in Jasper's body, Kaden detecting the change in mind. "Yes, that'll be all, thank you for your time," he said, offering the other a friendly smile and gestured to the doorway. "You're free to go now."

[trapped-in-jasper]

END

[kvorsremus]

The vampire was very much annoyed especially with everything going on in the castle and he needed a break. He knew that he should be careful especially with someone going after all the council members. Remus was smart and not foolish despite sometimes his actions says other wise which shouted that he was all brawns and no brains. The vampire stopped for a moment, breathing a bit heavily has he held his swords in his hands before noticing a set of eyes on him.

"Enjoying the show?" he asked shirtless has sweat roll down his body. @trapped-in-jasper

[trapped-in-jasper]

Jasper held up his hands as if to say, "what am I to do?" After all, a man waving swords around shirtless wasn't the sort of thing you DIDN'T watch. He dug through his pockets, found a few bills, and sent a breeze to blow them towards Remus. "In appreciation." Untangling his legs from the crossed position he'd been in while meditating and enjoying the show, he stood up and dusted himself off. "I can put on some ABBA if you need a rhythm to keep going." Dragging on his very fancy clove cigarettes that he knew made him look a little pretentious, he stretched. "Did you need anything? A towel? Water bottle? Full body wax?"

[richardmaddendaily]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RICHARD MADDEN! (June 18, 1986)

[kresnikxkaden]

It wasn't like Kaden had much of a choice in catching thoughts in Jasper, or Armande's, mind that floated to the surface. His telepathy as a kresnik was always turned on although he'd learned how to tune it out like a radio. The glimpses of Armande breaking his wings were quite creative... if Kaden actually had wings to tear off. He'd seen far worse and far more gruesome crimes than Armande's imagination and not a muscle twitched in the well-trained detective's features as he focused on the main point of why they were here.

"Just two more," he replied as he finished jotting down everything the other said. "Did you or Nikolas have any idea how long ago he might have been poisoned based on the looks of it? Did Nikolas tell you at all who he thought might have done it?"

[trapped-in-jasper]

Armande sighed, bored once his imagination moved on from torturing celestials. "Long enough it had spread, not long enough to kill him. It depends how much he took and how it was consumed, and since he couldn't say for sure, I could only make a rough guess. As to who did it, I'm sure he had theories, I believe it was some familiar he didn't care for, but he could have been delirious, and he certainly didn't offer me any evidence." Standing, Armande gave Kaden a disinterested once-over. "Glad I could be of service." His knees buckled, the lights flickered wildly, and Jasper came back with a snarl and a sort of dry-heaving sound. "Fucking Christ, I hate that every fucking time. You'd better have gotten what you wanted from him, because I need to not be sober right now more than I need to think about you naked."

[rhysdasiorarchive]

“Firstly, I don’t want to know how you possess expert knowledge on the topic of retirement home scents. Secondly, I believe you owe Tom Ford a handwritten apology for slandering Oud Wood so brazenly. Neither he nor I are at fault when it comes to the fact that you’re incapable of appreciating the finer things in life without having to make some halfhearted attempt at humour to compensate.” Holding Jasper’s gaze for a moment longer, Rhys briefly considered if he’d be able to convince the council that yes, cracking Jasper’s skull open with the nearest blunt object had been a necessary evil before the cold light of rational thinking soon overtook such distasteful fantasies.

Moving to lift himself out of the pool with a sigh, Rhys immediately constructed a magical barrier around himself to protect himself from any further hassle before ensuring both enchanted armour and rigid mental shielding were implemented for guaranteed protection. Having to go to such lengths simply to ensure his own protection and well-being on what should have been a simple excursion was infuriating in several ways. It almost made the prospect of coming face-to-face with murder scenes an attractive alternative. 

With a little further concentration, Rhys wasted no time pushing himself to stand and employ a little transmutation magic to restore his outfit to its former (and significantly less damp) glory. Giving himself a once over to check all was as it should be, the witch gave a soft sigh of relief and made sure he stood as far from the edge of the pool as he possibly could. “Look, I’m more than happy to stand here and waste my time engaging in mind-numbing conversation with you, but don’t push it. Act a fool all you like – that doesn’t automatically grant you a pass to drag me into your idiocy too. I’m a passive observer at best.”

[trapped-in-jasper]

"Good God, do you not visit your granny? That's heartless, that is. Mine likes to do herself up like a real slapper. Got three boyfriends and probably more by now. As to Tom Ford, whoever he is when he's at home, he smells like my dad. Can't help that. Maybe you should try shopping somewhere that doesn't advertise it's colognes for "the discerning gentleman"." Amused and pretending to be offended at Rhys's lack of devotion to his grandmother(s), Jasper watched as Rhys got out of the pool and dried himself off. What a spoilsport. He could've gotten naked instead. And now he was shielded and returned to his former look. "You know, I don't think you know what the word happy means, you keep using it wrong." Dropping beneath the surface, Jasper swam with broad strokes over to the edge and hopped out, dripping and naked and doing nothing to remedy it but looking Rhys over. "Fairly certain you volunteered to come along, but whatever makes you feel better. Look forward to seeing you when you get back from your trip. Say hi to Harper for me. He's a right scunner." He blew Rhys a kiss, which caused a raincloud to develop and settle directly above the edges of Rhys's armour. It wouldn't touch him, but it thundered and lightninged around his head and rained water that didn't quite touch him. "Try and have fun for once in your life, Rhys. Otherwise you might accidentally eat a humbug and die of bliss."

[rhysdasiorarchive]

Rhys watched Jasper warily as he dared to come a little closer. He was grateful for the singular saving grace of the sliver of personal space that remained – the entire situation was nothing short of laughable in the worst way imaginable. Only an hour before, he’d been ready to start packing for the trip to Portugal and get in the right mindset for the horrors that awaited him and Seth. Now he found himself soaked to the skin hidden away in a grotto with the last person on earth he’d ever wish to be stuck with. Jasper wasn’t a bad person – Rhys knew that much – but that didn’t mean that their personalities automatically meshed well. He’d like to think that he was a relatively patient individual and in most circumstances, he was. Jasper simply possessed the maddening ability to irk Rhys without even trying.

“If I were a merman, that would be an incredibly charitable response,” Rhys replied bluntly with a roll of his eyes in exasperation. “However, as we both know, I’m not. Got any better excuses?” He took a second to turn his attention to the ceiling above as a means of a temporary distraction. Once again, if he fixed his attention on the beauty of their surroundings, the entire ordeal seemed almost bearable. He didn't allow his attention to linger for long – he'd already learned that being distracted around Jasper didn't end spectacularly well for him.

[trapped-in-jasper]

Rhys was so prickly and English and ... like an overly starched suit. Though Jasper supposed people didn't starch clothing anymore. And Rhys's suit, whatever starch it might have contained once, was definitely less rigid now. All for the best, really.

"Well, isn't it good we determined you're not. Imagine spending your whole life half-dead from lack of water and only finding out now because I threw you in. It'd have been a relief." Rhys kept looking away as if he was trying to find a spider on the wall or something. "Who says it was an excuse? Maybe I thought you were in danger of drying out like an old stick and desiccating away, leaving nothing but a suit and a vague air of propriety and my dad's cologne. Seriously, have you never considered trying something that doesn't smell like a retirement community's singles night?"

[masterxhunter]

The Scottish were odd, or perhaps it was just the ones Hunter had met. Admittedly, it wasn't all that many, but it was a sense of humour that wasn't at all in line with his own. "So, it's just coincidence that it's fitting then?" He asked with a little smirk. Hunter really hoped he wouldn't regret approaching the other man. As attractive as the guy was, Hunter couldn't be bothered with someone overly talkative.

"Mm, we'll see how thirsty I am later," he chuckled before finishing off his own drink and placing the empty glass down on the bar. After giving an amused little look at the horrible pick up line, Hunter lead the way back to his suite. Luckily for the both of them, it wasn't a long way.

Shrugging out of his leather jacket, Hunter tossed it over the back of a nearby chair and made his way over to the liquor cabinet. "I have a lot of whisky.. rum.. some vodka.. I also have red wine, but most of it is infused with a little fae blood if that's your thing," Hunter listed, glancing over at Jasper. "But we can skip this part if you want to. I know what I'd rather be doing."

[trapped-in-jasper]

Jasper shrugged. "If the shoe fits and all that." He wasn't dying to shag the big vampire, but it wasn't like he was in the habit of turning down sex. Even bad sex could provide an interesting experience, or at least a funny story later. And if Hunter was bad, there absolutely WOULD be a story about it going around the castle.

Jasper whistled and the whisky bottle left the cabinet and drifted towards him so he could catch it without having to try too hard. "I'm sure you do. Go on then, impress me." He took a healthy swig from the bottle and set it down on a table in case he needed more. Since things were progressing, he kicked his shoes and socks off behind him so he wouldn't have to later. "What makes you worth the two-minute walk? Other than the decent whisky, that is." Crossing over to the other man, whose height certainly had potential, and grabbed the vampire's shirt to kiss him. "Not bad."

[noblenikolas]

Wincing slightly at the vein being cut Nikolas didn't question the methods being done. Whatever it took to help. It didn't smell normal either. Nikolas could tell that much. Watching as Jasper did his thing the man didn't really have a reaction. It wasn't the weirdest thing he's ever seen. It wasn't normal, but not weird. "I think it was Winchester. He's been hunting me for decades. So I think he found an opening and took it. I just can't figure out when." Looking at Armande he groaned taking a sip from the bag. "I'm going to mount this boy's heart on my wall I swear." Of course he couldn't actually do that, but it was a good thought. "How long would it take you to find someone?"

[trapped-in-jasper]

Armande raised an eyebrow. "The familiar who belongs to the angry bear? Well. How unfortunate." Embarrassing, more like. Armande hoped Nikolas wasn't going to spread around that he'd been successfully poisoned by a slave of all things. Not even one of the more powerful demons. "How Gothic. I personally never liked keeping the heads. They harden and become leathery." He'd kept hearts occasionally, but really, collections and trophies didn't need to be something large and obvious. So tacky. "I'm not exactly on a first-name basis with any celestials, and they're the only ones who can make holy fire. I supposed I could inquire around, but I wouldn't hold your breath. Metaphorically speaking, of course."

[richardmaddendaily]

Richard Madden | Calvin Klein | July 2021

[familiar-finn]

"I think the more accurate term is a grotto," Finn replied, smirking a bit as he waited for Jasper to go first through the entry way and into the dimly lit tunnel that would inevitably open up to said grotto. Apparently the castle had taken the liberty of providing some mood lighting in here with magical fairy-like lights twinkling like over a dozen fireflies. The last time he'd been in here, well, that'd been around this time last year or so with Faust. Immediately Finn pushed away those memories and he snorted out a laugh. "Tentacle from a nostril, that's new. I've not been up to much, tryin' to stay out of too much trouble and whatnot. I don't have as many excitin' adventures as your job certainly does," he chuckled.

[trapped-in-jasper]

"A grotto? That sounds incredibly unpleasant. Have you ever thought, you know what I need? A fuckin' grotto. That'll suit me down to the ground." The passageway was nice enough, as passageways went, Jasper didn't have a lot to compare it to, but he felt it lacked a certain ambience, something a bit more Gothic that would make the whole thing more of an experience. "I didn't ask how it got up there to be honest. Any answer was going to disappoint or disturb me." Jasper laughed. "I think you probably find your own adventures easily enough. But I'm happy to take you along the next time I need to tidy up a magical whoopsidoodle. I'll even let you pull the tentacles out of people's nostrils, since I'm such a kind fella." Walking backwards, Jasper tripped but recovered. "Watch out, definitely some sort of eldritch magic right there. Probably a hex."

[trapped-in-jasper]

"Does your emotional support smell like horseshit, because that's all I'm getting." Though he couldn't take the time to unpack and gossip with Seth about what exactly "kind of okay right now" meant, he stored it away for later. The fingers guns earned Seth a blast of air that made his curls look like a bird's nest. "I'd rather be plastered. I'm going to remember this the next time you need a favour when you've opened a doorway into the Nether Realms and don't know how to stop ringing the doorbell." Scrubbing at his face, Jasper had to concede that he was actually going to have to do something about this himself. "And don't even think about 'borrowing' my gear. Friends who don't help friends don't get to enjoy said friends' hallucinogens."

[witchysethharper]

"Yeah, okay, like I need your shit," Seth snorted, not at all fazed by that. He made his own stash of vertigo that did the trick there just as well. One more click of his tongue and a grin and Seth was fully out the door of Jasper's office. "Good luck with that convo, man, you've totally got this." He dashed away, not about to get dragged into this any more than he'd already been. Not his vision, not his problem as he liked to say. He needed to worry about finding a way to kill an old ass succubus with Shade than communicating a future problem to the council.

[trapped-in-jasper]

end

[sirduncanx]

It would have been too easy for things to have stopped right there-- for him to be let go and sent back to the undercroft. How interesting that he was now wishing to be back into that dank dump that sat underneath the castle. He wanted to pull away from him as he spoke, as he mentioned being the first for him to experiment with. It had been the truth, no matter how hard he wanted to deny it all, Armande saw right through him as though he were glass. "Shut up." He said, voice low, enough that he wasn't sure he would have heard him.

He was still coming down as he felt something come over him, it was then he noticed the wound on his lip was now gone and his body felt so warm. He didn't know what it was like to be healed by magic, so wasn't completely aware of it at the moment. Not until he felt himself getting hard again, hearing Armande whispering something just before hand. He groaned in frustration and the sudden need that came over him, not as sensitive as he had been moments before but with enough pressure he knew he'd give the other what he sought. He fought against his own buried desire to be used by him, and his stubbornness. All the while he was touched, the plug still running, and his cock hard and ready. For a brief second he thought he was going to be brought to come again right there until the plug was turned off, leaving him to breath out a sigh he'd been holding. A part of him missed the sensation, that part bigger than he had wanted it to be-- proving what was being told was true.

"I can't... I don't want... Just stop." He stumbled over his words, suddenly finding it difficult to for understandable sentances. He knew the choice wasn't really his, or maybe it really was but he was far too stubborn in the moment to see it as such. This time he felt him up against his back, this time he was choosing to remain close to him instead of where he had been sitting prior. The human was finding that to be much nicer, the thought came to him fast leaving him little time to react to such thought. As much as he could stop noises that were leaving his parted lips as Armande's actual hand began to stroke him. "Fuck..." He said unknown if he was talking to anyone in the moment, the kissing along his skin, flooded with sensations he didn't think he'd feel until now. "I can't again... too soon."

@trapped-in-jasper

[trapped-in-jasper]

Duncan's neck had freckles on it and the tiny imperfections of humanity that tickled Armande, who enjoyed the flaws of life now that he was dead. Stroking the man with a firm grip, Armande bit the freckles and turned them into bite marks, watching the blood pool under the skin. He hadn't been this tactile in years. It must be Duncan's newness. Normally the slaves understood a certain amount of what was going to happen. Sucking on the pulse spot in the crook between the other man's neck and shoulder, Armande almost felt alive. It was intoxicating. "Much better, see? You couldn't get the lie out."

Using his actual hand (how novel), he turned the butt plug back on and pressed it in and out himself, matching the rhythm to the stroke of his other hand. "You can go again. You can go as often and as quickly as I want. If you say please, I'll let you take a break. You can take me in your mouth instead. I imagine that's foreign to you, but I would wager quite a bit that it's not the first time you've considered it. I would, in fact, wager you stayed up nights trying very hard NOT to think about what it would feel like." He didn't want to actually fuck Duncan yet (he would make Duncan ask for it, even if it was just to make everything stop), but he ground against Duncan's ass, his cock pressed through his trousers against the other man. "You're going to come again and again, just like this, unable to escape, unable to do anything but feel that overwhelming pleasure that you've spent so long avoidng, until I decide to stop. And the only way I'm going to do that is if you ask me to fuck you. I don't require a please or anything excessive. Just you asking for it. That is the one piece of control you have, and I know you value your little control. As long as you make me, I'll force you to come, and you'll be able to pretend you didn't like it. But you and I both know you do, and that you'll keep saying no so I can keep making it not your choice."

@sirduncanx

[theavengers]

I’m yours, Sersi, if you’ll have me.