#especially jasmine

[littledragonkana]

Someone please a flower crown and a tutu on this man

[winter-jay-official]

Honestly one of the funniest things my moms ever done is going off one mention I was running out of my favorite perfume oil (helps with my migranes >>>>) is get me more without asking me what I liked (or even using) or even looking at the scents that she got then got mad when I was looking into the scents I did actually like

[curi0uscreature]

* New interested just dropped (like several weeks ago)

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

If memory serves, Bioware said the Dragon Age Keep would be shut down before Dragon Age The Veilguard is released. If it's still true, I highly recommend you build what you want your Dragon Age Inquisition's history to be and export it immediately. Make sure it's one you know you'll love because it may be the last time get to do this.

I also learned that you can import your Inquisitor's appearance from the game you have saved on your PC/console. By which I mean you can import what they look like. You'll need to build the world's history when you begin DATV seeing as it's an offline only game. No importing the history nor requiring internet access to play, unlike the Dragon Age Keep and DAI.

Now go make your tapestry import for DAI with Dragon Age Keep

[vlindervin7]

“That’s Our Lamp” - Mitski // “Happy Hour” - Marlowe Granados // "Every House Has Its Own Story" - Ikegami Yoriyuki // “Night Walk” - Franz Wright // Richard Savoie

[supernovafics]

thinking about them & this picture currently

[nynnph0]

my bioshock headcanons (and canons) pt.1

(should have clarified this, the ages they are all at the time of 1960, or the time they died. so grace, gil, delta, sinclair are not as old as i think they would be by the time bioshock 2 takes place.)

andrew ryan

jewish - belarusian - russian

6'0 · 54 · 1906/01/26

bisexual (heavy f lean) neutral

sander cohen

jewish - american - czech

5'9 · 53 · 1907/07/12

homosexual ally/phobic

brigid tenenbaum

jewish - belarusian - german

5'4 · 32-35 · 192(5-8)/08/08

asexual aromatic lesbian ally

j.s. steinmann

jewish - american - german

6'1 · 49 · 1911/04/30

heteroflexible ally

frank fontaine

american - italian

5'8 · 42 · 1918/03/15

heteroflexible neutral

sofia lamb

british

6'3 · 48 · 1912/09/23

asexual aromatic ally

(deems love stupid)

augustus sinclair, esquire

panamanian - british - cuban

5'6 · 46 · 1914/07/28

pansexual ally

yi suchong

korean

5'6 · 52 · 1908/12/16

homosexual phobic

gilbert (gil) alexander

polish - romanian

6'4 · 36 · 1924/11/05

homosexual ally

grace halloway

brazilian - american

5'8 · 33 · 1927/11/07

heterosexual ally

anna culpepper

argentinian - caribbean

5'5 · 26 · 1933/09/09

heterosexual ally

reginald (reggie) furey

american - irish

6'3 · 53 · 1905/08/19

heterosexual neutral

jökull (johnny) sigrúnsson

icelandic - finnish

5'9 · 37 · 1923/06/23

bisexual ally

jack

jewish - belarusian - russian - dutch - swiss

6'4 · 4 · 1956/??/??

asexual aromantic ally

mary-catherine (jasmine) jolene

dutch - swiss

5'6 · 30 · 1929/04/30

heteroflexible ally

[loveontherocks]

Jasmine, Sky, Sammy and Ella would be such a cute friend group! Jasmine and Sky’s assertiveness would be a good influence on Sammy and Ella since they’re both pretty passive Ella’s sweetness wouldn’t be taken for granted or be seen as irritating, Jasmine would be surrounded by people not intimidated by her height, all the girls would try and boost Sammy’s self esteem up to make her more confident…

[lunarharp]

"Found out" set in kind of a made-up chapter where the girls are in trouble, or something.

[utilitycaster]

Crimson Mirror wild hopes:

GM: I truly can't decide if they're likely or unlikely to stick Taliesin in the GM chair, because I would like to see it, but actually I would like to see Rowan Hall (mentioned she ran games, and look at how Spenser did) or Gabe Hicks (Shriek Week, while tonally very different, was very fun, and I know he has the game designer skills to do something really interesting). I'd also like to see Ivan Van Norman at some point!

Players: Of the main cast, I would like Matt to have a chance as a player, and again, I do not know the situation with Taliesin but he should get a chance to play at some point. Beyond that:

Someone else mentioned Omar Najam, which feels likely given that he was on a one-shot recently and that's often how CR soft-launches

Mica Burton come back please

Sumalee Montano also come back please

actually while we're doing C2 guests, Khary Payton also come back please especially if Matt's in it so that you can kill his character in a serious miniseries again

Erika Ishii and Phil Lamarr are now the only members of the Crystal Palace one shot that started it all that haven't appeared and I'd love to see either or both of them

I desperately want to see Zac Oyama on something from CR but Siobhan Thompson's real-world archaeology knowledge would be extremely fun in Candela Obscura specifically

(In future circles I'd love to see Aabria as a player and Liam as a GM but I suspect they'll give them a bit of distance and not air the same players back to back)

[luffyrose]

Hold for the Prince - DPxDC Fic to Be

As a quick note before this, I was asking my sister for help naming this prompt/fic and before I could even finish speaking she had gone;

"Felix."

With such confidence that I will now have to somehow get the name in this fic at some point XD

ANYWAY, onto the snippet of the fic I promised for today while I get back on track with my writing overall!

~~~ TW; Death, heavily implied gore, and all the fun stuff that comes with vivisecting a teenager! ~~~

It had been going so well.

Sitting nervously at the table, Danny’s hands tightened, hidden from his parent’s worried few. He opened his mouth, it dry and only a choked noise came out before he shut it with an audible click.

“Baby, I know we say you can tell us anything...and...I know we haven’t been the most, no, we haven’t been very present in a while now. Jazz helped us see that recently. I digress, but you don’t need to tell us anything hunny.”

He could almost laugh at the pure love he could hear in her voice. A part of him had been so close, so so close, to giving up on them. Then Jazz finally got through to the two. Finally, they paused in their obsessive work to look back toward them. The Fenton parents’ had finally turned back to look at their children. Those two little kids who’d gotten so much bigger, so much older, as they ran after ghosts. It had been a shock for them both to truly see their children so big and the entire week after they’d ignored multiple ghosts in turn of being there for them.

They’d even begun to listen.

Danny’s shaking eyes slowly rolled sideways, meeting the cold stare of his mothers.

It was just a few words. He could just say it. Just get it over with. Looking down at the hand that slowly gripped his own, he stared at the familiar nail polish of his sister. She’d promised to protect him, even if their parents didn’t agree. He didn’t want her to ever have to make that choice, but the words and gentle rub on his back had sent him to tears the night before.

Raising his hand slowly, shaky, he tried to reach outward. Tears burned his eyes, a horrible feeling of suffocating enveloping his throat as he-

“Dann-o, we’re here for you buddy! You tell us when you’re ready!”

Maddie nodded with a gentle file along with her husband. She’d never wanted to become like her own father, so enveloped in his work he never truly was her father, and maybe it stung just a bit to think that her kids probably felt at least some of what she’d known as a child.

“Just like the ghosts. It was...a lapse in judgment to believe they were all mindless, though I still believe those like the Wisconsin ghost are beyond evil with the idea that they do have true emotions. Truly, what insane-”

A cough from Jazz had their mother falling silent, a slightly sheepish smile on her face as she dropped it, instead looking back fully at Danny.

“Mom...Dad...I’m-”

His hands shook. Even the gentle pressure of his sister’s hands in his didn’t prevent it.

“Do you, remember when I got the portal working?”

Jack tilted his head, a clear sign of confusion from their brilliant yet simple father. However, Maddie’s face paled. It had been a secret that he’d...died...but it was impossible to hide the symptoms it brought. Even if he could barely remember his mother sitting beside his bed with a gentle hand running through his head as the initial aftershocks wore off...

“I didn’t actually- I, um...”

The words just wouldn’t leave his throat, the choked feeling coming back tenfold from earlier. It seemed as though the meaning began to come across however, both of their parents were much more somber and worried as they glanced at one another. Looking quickly away, he could feel the temperature drop, the way his fingertips were coated with frost. Quickly letting go of Jazz’s hand, he clenched his hands together between his legs. Whether this went well or bad, he refused to let his lack of control over his own emotions harm his sister.

“It may have...um, killed me...”

Now the cold of the room wasn’t from his own ice, but the silence. His voice was weak, terrified sounding he knew, but he quickly fought the wavering of his voice and continued.

“The electricity and ectoplasm both killed me and saved me, and I was really really lucky to not just die or become a full ghost or-” his breath caught, stuttering as his panic took over “-I became what they call a Halfa, half human half ghost and then things just all happened and you all were-”

A hand landed on his shoulder, causing him to tense, closing his eyes tightly.

“Danny...I’m so so sorry.”

Snapping his eyes upward he found tears. Both his parents were crying. Shakily reaching up toward their face, his mom’s other hand gently took his own.

“We never- oh my god, Danny- we never even knew, never noticed...I’m so so sorry, how could you ever stay when-”

Her voice was wet with emotion, arms quickly wrapping around him, much larger ones joining quickly as well. All tension left him as he felt his own chest shake from a sob. Surprised at his own crying, he let his parents hug him, let their warmth, regret, and sorrow just envelop him. It was so much to feel it all at once, but everything felt so real. His fears were unfounded, his pain recognized...his anger rewarded. Danny felt almost wrong to find some joy in their sorrow, but it was easily overpowered by his own grief.

Things would get better.

-tried to reach for his mother. Her body slumped in a pool of her own blood. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t cry...he couldn’t even scream.

Things had been going so well.

His parents had accepted him and had worked with him and the ghosts. They had listened and they had changed. For once he could relax. Yet things didn’t stay peaceful. The Observants nagged at him to come to the zone, to do what very few things he was required as the Prince of Ghosts. It was only a week in the zone. Just one.

He never would have left if he’d known what would have happened...never would have asked Jazz to come home a few days after he returned.

White hair stuck wet from his own blood, tears, and vomit to his own head. Eyes and arms still desperately aimed toward his mother, he didn’t dare to look toward her hand...toward the one laying loose within it. Danny couldn’t look at both of them, not when he was the reason they were now dead.

The GIW had learned of him.

It was the day he was planning to return, happily parting with the ghosts who’d agreed to leave the town alone for a few weeks so the family could mend. Stepping through the portal he’d been met with so many white suits he’d nearly missed his tied-up parents behind them all. Shaky eyes met his mother’s own.

“Danny run-!”

The words were lost on the boy as something struck him, electricity soaring through his feigns as a scream involuntarily left his throat.

He’d woken later to so much pain. The scientist were nothing like the agents. They didn’t fear getting dirty with his blood, didn’t panic at even the slightest gore as they tore him apart from the inside out. Didn’t’ blink as they simply slit his throat to stop his screams of pain and fear. How they simply decided that once enough pain was dealt with physically, they would continue to experiment while causing emotional pain.

Silent sobs escaped his trembling body, the hands that had been present within his open chest for what he was sure was at least the past few months finally nearing his core.

His parents had been locked away so near yet so far from him, being used to cause him pain. They’d finally decided to see what death would cause. The pure sorrow and distress his core reverberated finally gave them more of an area to search. Danny couldn’t even care about the nearing hands, trying so desperately for any strength to reach his parents. He wanted to be with them. Even if it meant dying, he didn’t want to be alone.

“...If this is the react ...... would it’s ‘friends’ or ..... Fenton girl cause .... solid read?...”

In an instant, his mind became clear, time feeling so slow as everything just changed. The air was cold, and he no longer felt himself shaking, not even his eyes despite the blurriness of his tears still present. It took him far too long to realize he was no longer on the table, far longer to realize he wasn’t actually in control. His mind pulled in on itself, begging him to fall into the much more comforting darkness than the harsh reality around him.

“G̷̡̡͇͆͋R̷͇̻̹͒̓͌A̷̭͋Ḁ̷̰̈́̈̍A̶̯͂̽G̸͇̜̚ͅḢ̶̡͠ͅ”

The loud echoey roar almost pulled him right back from the void he was falling into, and yet he only felt a harsher tug, slipping fully away.

A bright symbol appeared hastily on every available screen within the large meeting room. Silence enveloped it as the shape changed into a video, no noise coming through yet, but clear ongoing destruction present just outside a small town. Nobody spoke while waiting for the audio to come through, yet nobody had been ready for it either.

“G̷̡̡͇͆͋A̷̭͋Ḁ̷̰̈́̈̍R̷͇̻̹͒̓͌A̷̭͋Ḣ̶̡͠ͅ”

The deafening sound had many covering their ears, horrified by it. As the roar ended, a single voice spoke, shaking in what everybody could tell was dawning horror. The words only sparked distress in many.

“Bloody hell, it’s crying-”

~~~

I know that there's not really much DC present in this yet- BUT IT'S THERE! You could call this the prologue to the fic that it will one day become >:3c

As always I love hearing people thoughts or ideas so if you even just wanna say something small please do :D

[hozaloza]

"She knew she had a special talent with her eyes. Specifically, being able to see the signs a rift was going to open. It had always been something she noticed when she was a young girl. The first instance of this happening was when she was going to a haunted hotel with older cousins as a part of their little "vlog." She noticed something off about the building...the light flickering, the strange change in atmosphere...

She couldn't go in that building. She refused.

Annoyed at her, her cousin opt out of the overnight stay in spite of wanting to see ghosts. On the drive back, she would lecture Jasmine about really needing to face her fears eventually if she wanted to keep hanging with them. Jasmine scrunched her brows at her, 'I'm literally 10 years old, what do you want from me??'

Well, it didn't really matter what her cousin thought. Because when they came the next morning to pick up the others, they were in a deep coma. Jasmine never saw those cousins ever again.

Now, she was no longer scared of entering these places. She knew what to look for, when it'll happen, and if it extends out. Jasmine made her boss real proud. She was his proudest group member. This should have made her happy to be seen as important for the cause. But... she couldn't help but feel...empty." "......"

"A trick of the light"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Jasmine looked at Ryan, then to the paper she was being shown to her face. It couldn't be...this wasn't right...right? There was absolutely no way this was her boss's true intentions. She surely wasn't going to be disregarded after he gets the kids on his side, right?? He...he still needed her! She was the only one who could see the rift...

He...he needed someone to detect it so he doesn't get dragged in it. That was why she was by his side so often. She was the most important part of this plan, she had to have been there once the kids were fully convinced of the lie.

Right? Right?? ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Where am I?"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ She stumbled on herself as she backed away, feeling her vision leave her. Come on, he had to be pulling her leg. Ryan was only pissed that she found out about his secret, he made this up, he had to had made it up.

She was going to be there. She wasn't going to be killed off after they succeeded in overthrowing the facility.

Jasmine looked up to meet the nurse's gaze, knowing he was a part of this sick joke. But he looked dead serious. No...nononononono...

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Time fades away...like yesterday."

...

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Jasmine fell to the ground, tears blurring her vision. He had to be wrong. This wasn't real. She was having a bad dream. Yes! A bad dream. A really...realistic...dream...

She pinched herself, it stung. She tried again. And again. And...again...

It was real.

This was the truth.

She was used. Again.

She couldn't breathe. Her lungs couldn't get enough air inside. She felt like puking. Her body kept shivering unbearably as she held herself. How did she end up here? Why did she ever take this job? Would she had been happier someplace else?? Would things be better if she had declined his offer all those years back...?

"Jasmine..." ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"I DON'T NEED YOUR SYMPATHY!"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ She lashed out at Ryan, swatting away his hand from her shoulder. She forced herself to get up, almost falling over again from how weak she had gotten after the truth finally sunk in. The tears fell from her face, she couldn't bear it anymore. She was agitated. She needed to let this anger out on somebody... ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Your vicious lies, they're killing me."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ She yelled, clenching her hair as she paced the room. Ryan deserved to be yelled at. He was a fucking loser who couldn't even make any other friends other than Thomas and her. He was a pathetic man who got angered easily. He was a wimp who was scared of being left out, so he applied to work at the same facility in the same group to...to.... ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"And things will never be the same"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ...He applied to the same hellhole just to be with his friends... He signed a contract with a corrupted government run facility just to see his friends. To see Thomas. To see...her. ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"It's over now"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ And here she was, yelling at him as if he was a stranger that agitated her. Jasmine had become cold to her own friend. Her friend who thought he lost the only people who he could trust in this hell hole. He was suffering in this place by himself, fearful for his own life... ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"And I'm to blame."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Because of her. ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

[vlindervin7]

why i think francesca by hozier is abt francesca da rimini, either from her perspective or her lover’s, i haven’t decided yet (might make a real post abt this later)

[nurdhaniyam]

so glad u agree on jasazel omg... I'm so sad it's such a rarepair it's RIGHT THERE!!!! IK JASMINE IS A CARDBOARD BOX OF A CHARACTER BUT ITS YURI WHAT MORE COULD U WANT

youll never catch me not fucking with yuri i dont play when i see yuri on sight im like a prey looking for its next Yuri yuri yuri yuri its basically my vocabulary now my mind is filled with yuri yuri is my saviour my oxygen that's how much i need it yuri its in my genes

[basicallyjaywalker]

What kind of complicated feelings does Jasmine have with Nya and Jay?

And in what ways does she damage her relationships with Jay and Nya?

Excellent question! So

Jasmine, after befriending them post S4, ends up developing feelings for Nya. Like a hardcore crush. Unfortunately, Nya and Jay are in a relationship, so she basically represses the shit out of it

Jasmine is an expert at repression, it's how she deals with all emotional problems! Unfortunately, she also has a habit of, while repressing, projecting those negative emotions onto other people. So she projects the resentment that she feels and being unable to express her affection for Nya onto Jay.

This sucks. Because post S6 she starts crushing on him too. Whoops! Bisexuals lose!!

So now she's repressing TWO crushes and growing to resent both her affection for them while also resenting THEM

The best solution (and one reserved for AUs) is that they all have two hands. But that requires actually fucking talking. So instead

She forces herself to distance more from each of them and the friendships just fizzle out because she keeps dodging them trying to talk to her. They both pick up on her being weird. And eventually their friendships just kinda implode between S10 and S11 when Nya confronts her at the finale of a fanseason I have planned, and she keeps deflecting. They keep their distance from each other after that, which is made easier by the fact that Jasmine starts drawing away from the Ninja and her own team as a whole, but that's a story for another time!

So yeah. This is also a pattern for Jasmine (she was in a romantic relationship with Roxie prior to them becoming Twyla's students which fell apart for similar reasons. The main reason she and Roxie are still close is because Roxie is super reluctant to cut anyone off and she also doesn't realize that Jasmine is still kind of in love with her too. Plus their breakup was less explosive and more Roxie drawing a line and saying she can't be with Jasmine if she won't talk about her feelings. Shoutout a queen who can put up at least one boundary)

tl;dr communicate your feelings/learn to process them healthily. don't project that shit onto people you love and care about or else you might lose two good friends, which is what Jasmine learned the hard way