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follow jasper @impcled

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CHEAP ASS COMMISSIONS

        hold up chuck but ur commissions are already cheap?? well i don’t need a lot of money so i mean it’s needs v. demand like i’ll fully custom code you a whole damn theme and make u a bg for 15-20$.          support your local chuck. if you have already square bases for the low price of 5$ i can also make u a psd and run them through my script.    batches unlimited icons.    turn around time when i’m online is about 20-30 mins. 

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this blog is now an archive. rip. 

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“tell us about yourself”

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Putting jasper on hiatus because of lack of interest in rping with me from this fandom. Find me @leadvalor for now

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how the fuck do i get rid of the via

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CHEAP ASS COMMISSIONS

        hold up chuck but ur commissions are already cheap?? well i don’t need a lot of money so i mean it’s needs v. demand like i’ll fully custom code you a whole damn theme and make u a bg for 15-20$.          support your local chuck. if you have already square bases for the low price of 5$ i can also make u a psd and run them through my script.    batches unlimited icons.    turn around time when i’m online is about 20-30 mins. 

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kehvin:

for a brief moment he cannot help but to  pause ;      draw himself back a fraction and eye the stranger from head to toe before a  smirk  curls his mouth.        ❛  really ?  ❜       hands are dipped into his pockets,     shoulders given a small shrug.       ❛   what’cha got ?  ❜

        jasper lets him take a once over.     he knows that he doesn’t seem like much.         “i got shit you didn’t even know existed.”

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valleyborn:

He was always the victim to their blame, those who watched them from the outside in. But those who watched close enough near the end would see she was never a saint. She was as much, if not more to blame. A woman with two faces, a voice dripping with sweet tones as the cursed him. She set his heart on fire only to watch it turn to ash. They called her strong, resilient, but in truth she was as much of a devil as they damned him to be. They deserved each other, would be what they would have said if they knew the truth. If they saw her in the light that he did, if they saw who she was in truth. Instead, they were were going down in a way that was a tragic as their love story had always been. She’d seen forever in his eyes, only to watch it slip away and leave her aching for something that could give her what she craved. The love she ached for since she was a child, but in truth she’d found and destroyed it. She never was deserving of it and by God, she hoped he would find someone else. Someone who wouldn’t hurt him. She loved the man she BELIEVED him to be and not the man he was or even became. He deserved a better, kinder love.  She tried to play into the banter they once had, but that was gone–jokes were not jokes, they were cruel reminders of what she had done to him. Treating him like a JOKE. Not anymore, not again–never again. “Jasper, if I stay as long as I want–I won’t leave. That’s why I said that.” She interrupts, knowing now was NOT the time for this. But when was it the right time with them? “Lead the way,” both hands grasping his arm as he leads her up, she was far from being a strong swimmer. “Okay, okay, I will too. It will be a while before I leave. Taking care of dad’s stuff, moving him–I got two weeks. Okay? Are we swimming out of here? Jasper, tell me there’s SOMETHING we can float on.”

       IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT SHE SAYS.        or why she says it.    he doesn’t trust her if she says she’s leaving or even if she says she’s going to stay.     if fireworks wouldn’t have exploded his boat she wouldn’t even be down here to serve him her latest dish.       continuous revenge for things other people blew out of proportion.      NO ONE ELSE CARED ABOUT WHAT HE DID BEFORE.    they told him that they loved him.     let him do whatever he pleased only he didn’t miss the way they would watch him.   talk behind his back.    there is always something wrong with jasper jordan.    she saw it no matter how much he tried.       he doesn’t get second chances like other people.    starting from a deficit doesn’t  get you very many mulligans.        he’s still clean.    ish.      weed will never count to him.      she probably doesn’t even care all that he’s doing for her.        maybe the other guy wasn’t doing his job and she had to come back just before leaving him again.       he doesn’t even want to hear her voice right now, but she’s talking so fast and he really doesn’t know how they are going to make it out of this alive.   (or if he even wants to.)       “we aren’t THAT far from shore.    you can use me like a raft or some shit. just come on.”          maybe now he only can tolerate her when she can’t use her lips for anything but pressing against his own . “don’t flip out, fuck.”

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What’s my writing trademark?

I’ve seen this for art, but what about my writing makes you go, “ah, that’s a _____ production”?

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questions for the mun, regarding the muse.

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

What made you decide to write this muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]

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forcedsovereign:

        she knew the way he stumbled in sometimes; she didn’t really think too much about it. she just thought he was having a good time with the people he hung out with. luckily, she wasn’t the jealous type. she was confident enough in whatever they had to know he wouldn’t stay out late with someone else, in any special type of way. at least, he’s given her no reason to think otherwise, so the thought never even crosses her mind. 

         but she’s sitting there, her naked legs swings softly back and forth as she waits for jasper to come into view. AND THERE HE IS. damnit. she wants to be a annoyed that he’s so late again, or at least act like it, but once she see him, and hears his voice and the way his words spill from his lips, she can’t help but to smile.    “ don’t i always? ‘ her voice was sleepy, a bit rough as she speaks, but her hands travel their way up to his neck; her thumbs brush against each side of his jaw before she leans in a bit. her lips brush against his softly, teasingly, before she pulls away against. ‘ i was VERY sad when i woke up and you weren’t with me. ‘ she tosses on an exaggerated faux frown before her tongue slips out along her bottom lip. 

     he could spend the rest if his life kissing her but then no WORK would get done.   what left them like this in the first place.      “you know monty-- once he gets worked up.    and i was too high to drive so i had to wait for an uber.”   he watches her lip carefully.       “i’m here now.”    his hands travel up to grip her waist. she’s in between his legs, now he’s surrounded by her and getting that light headed feeling all over again.    “you don’t know how much i missed you too, baby girl.”    he hums a light chuckle and dips his head to press his lips against her neck.   “don’t i always??”   he repeats her previous question.   rhetorical.     any moment he’s not next to her jasper feels like something is missing.      she makes him feel whole again. 

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perdiditstella:

             ‘ what’s your opinion on the illuminati?  ’

@impcled​ 

    “what ISN’T my opinion on the illuminati is more like it.    i mean, they’re dope and i want in               but also i don’t want to sell my soul!!”

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