crjasper

[crjasper]

SENTENCE STARTERS

RUINER.

❛    Do it for the love.   ❜ ❛     If I’m being honest, I don’t know what I’m chasing.   ❜ ❛     I just wanna let you know you’re not alone.   ❜ ❛     I got people from the past probably hoping I’m dead   ❜ ❛     It’s just things aren’t the way that they used to be.   ❜ ❛     I lost my mind, then I lost my best friend.   ❜ ❛     Yeah, so what if I did and what if I didn’t?   ❜ ❛     I just wish I wasn’t stuck between decisions.   ❜ ❛     I just wish I didn’t feel like something’s missing.   ❜ ❛     Seems like every time I leave I end up thinking of us.   ❜ ❛     I keep fucking with your head like a lobotomy.   ❜ ❛     You’ll always be a part of me.   ❜ ❛     Things change when you come around.   ❜ ❛     They’re just memories now.   ❜

SAYER.

❛     I can still hear it all.   ❜ ❛     Every word that you said gets embedded in my head.   ❜ ❛     All the things never spoke now choking me.   ❜ ❛     I been on my own.   ❜ ❛     You never called.   ❜ ❛     We never saw eye to eye.   ❜ ❛     Wasn’t tryna hurt you.   ❜ ❛     You know that wasn’t my intention.   ❜ ❛     & I never meant for this to happen.   ❜ ❛     I turn regret into a habit.   ❜ ❛     There’s nothing to say now.   ❜ ❛     How could you be fine when I’m barely getting by?   ❜ ❛     Every word you said now, was it all a lie?   ❜ ❛     Just sucks to feel this way when I know you don’t.   ❜ ❛     Why can’t I let go?   ❜

VACANTER.

❛     I can’t help it, if I could I would change it.   ❜ ❛     Lately, I’ve been feeling so vacant.   ❜ ❛     Holding out waiting for something to change   ❜ ❛     Everybody always asks if I’m okay, & I’m mad ‘cause I don’t know what to say.     ❜ ❛     It’s like I’m going insane.   ❜ ❛     I got enemies that live up in my brain.   ❜ ❛     You always told me you would be the one to help.   ❜ ❛     Now it’s me & myself.   ❜ ❛     Funny how it changed up like that.   ❜

CHANGER.

❛     I been thinking of my problems.   ❜ ❛     I’m feeling like “why bother”.   ❜ ❛     Growing up, there was no drama.   ❜ ❛     Telling me “move on” But honestly I don’t wanna.   ❜ ❛     Are you happy now?   ❜ ❛     Pretending to mitigate all your problems, motherfucker.   ❜ ❛     I just miss the days on the playground.   ❜ ❛     Seems like everybody that I loved went away now.   ❜ ❛     How come as I grow I keep feeling less alive?   ❜ ❛     How come all I see is the past when I shut my eyes?   ❜ ❛     Man, I thought it would last, but it passed me by.   ❜ ❛     How come all I see is your face when I look to the sky?   ❜ ❛     I could lead you to the water, but I can’t make you drink.   ❜ ❛     I can give my two cents, but I can’t make you think.   ❜

WASTER.

❛     Please don’t go.   ❜ ❛     Think I’m gonna break right now.   ❜ ❛     I just need a break right now.   ❜

[crjasper]

« Time

@crxhan - Continued from here

It was the last night of the trip and it was marked by the huge bonfire where students and fellow professors could relax after some time dealing with dragons and all sorts of magic the island had to offer. Because he was a professor most of his time was spent making sure no one got into terrible danger and also to give further guidance on unique magical plants, only to be found in New Zealand.

He loved it.

However that also meant he couldn’t check in with every single one of his students and that included Han, whom he now found sitting by the fire alone. He had a soft spot for the kid, having met him in almost another life before, when he was still travelling. Now many things had changed which lead them both to where they were.

He takes the hint and sits down next to the student, giving his bad leg some rest while he’s at it, and leans in once he speaks. More like mumbles, yet Jasper still understands, smile faltering slightly as a frown forms between his brows at the odd question.

“Running out of time?” he thinks briefly, not wanting the memories to overwhelm him but he lived with the feeling almost daily at some point. It was better now but there were certain nights when he couldn’t help but feel like he had a countdown until his past got him for good.

However this was no time for such conversation and he brings his smile back, reassuring.

“There are times when I feel that... Especially when I am supposed to grade tests.” He tries a light joke and snorts. Unprofessional but it was a casual setting at that point. ��Do you feel like that? Like you are running out of time?”

[crjasper]

[crjasper]

crdamn‌:

He visibly relaxes when his teacher allows him to sit at his table. He proceeds to do just that although not without an audible scoff leaving his lips at the idea he is here to ask questions about the exam. “I think you know me better than that Professor,” he says as he sits down and instantly reaches over for the menu between them. He knows it by heart, but that doesn’t mean he won’t have a look at it anyway.

It doesn’t take him much time to figure out what he wants though and soon, he is closing the menu and returning it to its previous location. After all, he came here to ask his professor questions, not to let the silence stretch between them and waste his time with menial things just to avoid getting to the heart of the matter. He joins his hands on the table and clears his throat. He has a vague idea of what he wants to ask, but he doesn’t know where to start. Should he tell the older man about his dilemma first or should he simply ask him about his curriculum directly?

“Did you always want to be a teacher?” he eventually asks, deciding that going straight for his professor’s professional background was the best option. “Or were there other options in the beginning and teaching came later?” He hoped Jasper wouldn’t mind his questions, but he also trusted him to tell him if he didn’t want to answer them/tell him about his life.

Jasper watched Damien with an amused expression as he took another sip of his drink, the alcohol burning its path down while they sat in comfortable silence. Jasper waited and watched patiently as the brunette looked at the menu, his face told the professor that something bothered him and he might need some time to open up. He empathised easily with them, having been where they stood now, just at the edge, in the tricky crossroad that could decide what they would do for the rest of their lives. It was a lot of pressure.

Which is why it was no surprise to him, as he watched one of his best students shift uncomfortably in his seat before opening his mouth.

Memories flashed in his mind and a bitter smile formed on his lips at the questions. Teaching. Jasper liked to teach, to spread knowledge about his beloved magical plants, contributing to the development of Herbology through education of young minds, especially when most considered it useless back in his day.

“I will take the chance that we are out of the classroom to tell you...” he leaned in closer, pushing his glasses up his nose as he whispered to the younger student. “No. I absolutely despised the thought of teaching back in 7th Year.” 

He let out a soft chuckle at the memory of his younger stricter self. What an ass, Jasper thought now, the alcohol already affecting his mind in the slightest but he was determined to help his student so he continued, leaning back on his chair as he idly played with his glass.

“I had other options in my time which is why I finished school in 7th Year to travel around the world. But are you interested in persuing a career in teaching, Damien?”

Future plans.

[crjasper]

crtitania‌:

❛ hello new professor, were you by any chance a hogwarts student…lets say a few years back. in ravenclaw? ❜

Jasper would be lying if he said he was paying attention to what was happening around him. He tried to at least, for the first part, but soon the voices around him quickly became a soft buzz on his ears and his eyes unfocused on a particular spot at the end of the large hall. He blamed the sleepless night spent turning and attempting to find a comfortable position to no avail.

It took a soft nudge from his fellow colleague and one of his closest friends in the faculty, Timmothy, to mark the end of the torture and snap him out of his reverie. Finally he could go back to the comfort of the greenhouse and get some rest.

However he pauses in his tracks, not being quick enough to escape the hall with the state of his leg, as a small and lithe figure approaches him and taps his arm. Blinking at the question, he pushes his glasses up as a frown settles between his brow and he replies hesitantly. “Yes...? Why?”.

He clears his throat awkwardly and takes a better look at the girl, leaning against his cane and tilting his head searching for any familiar sign. He was relatively young for a Professor so there might be a chance that one of the older students could recognise him from his last years in Hogwarts. So he tried hard to picture a younger version of the face in front of him and faint recognition hit him. A smaller girl at the bottom of the stairs. Was she crying?

“I apologise that was not a proper reply... But yes I was a proud Ravenclaw student back in the day.” He tried a small smile and extended his hand in greeting in an attempt to cover for his awkward response “I am afraid my memory isn’t very good so maybe you could tell me your name? Are you in one of my classes?”

- IN MEMORIES

[crjasper]

Hello everyone! I apologize in advance for going away suddenly but I got a bit busy these past few days... With that I would love you forever if you could hmu if I owe you any replies or plots and we can go from there! <3

[crjasper]

crcwan:

          “oh, i see! so that’s your preference sir,” now the conversation has taken an unexpected turn, the gryffindor would not have expected him to be someone with a penchant for alcohol let alone the burning taste of firewhiskey. it tosses him into a new light, not anything negative nor positive for it simply feels like the slow unravelling of a new understanding. learn something new every day - even if it didn’t include actual coursework. 

     but though she is simply dancing in mischievousness, a brief thought flutters into her mind that was she to succumb into utmost desperation this news could be useful. if only though, she still carried enough pride & stubbornness to stoop to such a matter. for now & forever.

     "is there an all of the above option here by any chance?“ rowan playfully inquires, a brief second of lips curling up into a smile soon falling again as she slumps herself a bit closer to the counter. ”i’m just exhausted from studying for the impending finals…oh but, i’m sure you must be even more tired than me! all the exams you’d have to create for each grade and…“

     she pauses & straightens herself up, though eyes clench shut for a second at the thought of sitting in his position. "marking them all afterwards too. actually? my life sounds sort of easier now. but i still want a butterbeer.”

He noticed the shift in the girl’s mood and he tilted his head, analyzing her behaviour. Slumped on the counter of the bar and small frown between her brows, typical sign of a troubled mind. He subtly signaled the bartender for a butterbeer and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose a bit more.

“You are right. The life of a professor isn’t really easy however I know sometimes the amount of pressure some of you guys go through is insane... Especially if you are heading towards the end of your academic path.” he smiled knowingly, being way too familiar with the feeling. It might have been 7 years ago but he couldn’t help the flashbacks from coming to him with a simple walk in the corridors of Hogwarts.

“It isn’t bad to take a break once in awhile... Damn I wish someone had forced me to one back when I was a student” he chuckled as he realised he didn’t necessarily use professor appropriate language but maybe it could help the girl to relax a bit more. She sure looked like she needed to.

He nudged the brunette with his elbow after awhile “But really... What about your friends? Usually they are better company than a professor at a bar.”

- from nine to wine

[crjasper]

Last day of school usually meant it was Joshua's day to run around trying to get a word with his favourite professors, and luckily the herbology professor was easy to find. " Professor Moon!," he greets, walking in the other's office. "Just wanna thank you for allowing me to be your assistant this year, it's been a great experience. Perhaps you'd like to consider me for the job next year as well?"

Jasper jumped subtly in his seat at the sudden greeting, nearly knocking over the pot of ink he was using to finish grading the exams. He peers at the intruder over his glasses, mouth parted and ready to snap for not having knocked on the door beforehand and nearly making a disaster happen before he recognises the tall assistant. Of course he thought, a small smile forming on his lips as he sets his quill down and leans back against his chair, running a hand through his fringe in a vague attempt to fix the mess. Only one student was that comfortable entering his office in that manner.

“Mister Yu.” he greets in return. He waves a dismissive hand at his words, mostly out of shyness. Jasper always tried hard to give his all in his classes, wanting to change the usual thought that Herbology was “useless” as well as making his classes entertaining enough to make them enjoyable for everyone. It felt nice to hear his efforts were worth it.

“You don’t have to thank me… If anything I have to thank you for being so helpful and dedicated.” he smiles easily at the blonde young man and pushes his glasses back up his nose as he sits straighter. Being crippled and in charge of the greenhouse was no easy task and he was forever thankful for the eagerness of the young man in helping.

“I had been considering that option for awhile, I was only curious to know if you wanted to continue your duties next year of if you’d rather have more free time being a 3rd Upper Year and in the Quidditch team and all” he chuckled and offers his hand to shake. “The job is yours if you want it.”

[crjasper]

« End of the Semester

He walks in the classroom with a simple parchment in hand and a small smile on his lips. Leaning against his table to rest his leg, he looks out at the class and clears his throat finding the anxious worried gazes somehow amusing.

“Good morning everyone. As you all may all know, you did an exam which I have already corrected and graded and seen that it is the last day of the semester before summer break I won’t keep you any longer than necessary. I am sure everyone wants to celebrate the much awaited holidays.” he chuckles at the excited rumble upon the news that he would let out his class out free earlier than expected. He silently raises his hand and bangs his cane on the floor at the same time to silence the excited students before he speaks, rolling out the parchment where he wrote down the final grades.

Pushing his glasses up his nose he announces “Well with no further ado... Here are the grades.”  

Hufflepuff: 600 points

Fabian Yeo OUTSTANDING 90/100

Violet Park EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS 60/100

Jonathan Jang OUTSTANDING 100/100

Alice Jeon EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS 60/100

Rushi Liu OUTSTANDING 90/100

Joshua Yu OUTSTANDING 100/100

Félix Song OUTSTANDING 100/100

Slytherin: 430 points

Junjie Huang OUTSTANDING 80/100

Eric Kang OUTSTANDING 100/100

Seishiro Sumeragi OUTSTANDING 80/100

Ichigo Sonoda EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS 70/100

Damien Mei OUTSTANDING 100/100

Gryffindor: 290 points

Kaori Hanasaki ACCEPTABLE 50/100

Matthew Kang ACCEPTABLE 50/100

Dashiell Bae OUTSTANDING 90/100

Ravenclaw: 190 points

Jihyuck Woo ACCEPTABLE 40/100

Nathaniel Han EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS 70/100

Lianna Do OUTSTANDING 90/100

Winston Hwan OUTSTANDING 90/100

“Remember to do the extra reading I assigned to all the previous class. Summer break is more than enough to get it all done. Enjoy your holiday everyone! Class dismissed.”

[crjasper]

♡

Hearts Headcannons

Status: Accepting

♡: how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in? 

After realising that his feelings go beyond the platonic and simple fondness Jasper tries to act as normal as possible and he does a fairly good job in doing so he believes. However in reality, he stutters and laughs awkwardly when he is around his crush and effortlessly brushes the subject off whenever they ask him why he is acting so odd. Most importantly he will try to find small excuses to spend time with them, even if it is just a minute longer.

[crjasper]

❥

Hearts Headcannons

Status: Accepting

❥: what is my muse’s ideal date?

Jasper is quite shy but also a simple man with simple needs. He will burn up at the smallest pda therefore he feels more comfortable with domestic plans because he feels he can be with the person more comfortably and intimately, asides from not having the fear of cutting the other person’s fun because of his difficulty in moving around too much. A simple evening cooking dinner with his lover followed by a simple cuddle session in front of the tv is what he finds the most ideal because it gives him the chance to just enjoy his loved one’s presence.

[crjasper]

💘

Hearts Headcannons

Status: Accepting

💘: how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody?

Jasper takes awhile to realise he is into someone in the first place and once he comes to that conclusion he will most likely hide his feelings. He will consider his feelings to be simple platonic fondness mostly because once he starts considering whether he has a crush or not he starts to overthink and becomes tense around the person in question. So he decides not to think anything of it in the beginning until realisation hits him like a truck and the little lightbulb lights up above his head.

[crjasper]

crcwan:

     she settles for something in the middle, chirping out a  greeting. “hello professor, you never struck me as the sort of person who would come to have some butterbeer. it’s a pleasure to see you though.”

It had been a long day for Jasper to put it simply. No amount of potions or muggle painkillers would ease the persistent ache on his leg, mostly an effect of prelonged stress. 

Exam season was always an anxious time both for students and faculty. Almost as soon as he had finished classes which were in itself stressful and busy due to the fact that Jasper had to plan them, watch over the students for any mishaps and making test papers only to grade them all after so the word “stressed” doesn’t even cover half of Jaspers emotions lately.

Luckily he had Timothy, the potions professor and also one of his closest friends. It had been Jasper’s birthday recently and the two decided to meet one evening to celebrate it with a meal and maybe a lot a few drinks, under the condition that Timothy would pay for everything.

So there he was, Timothy being a but late as usual, so Jasper had taken the chance to order his first drink, enjoying how the alcohol burned his veins and lulled the sense of pain. He was in his own little bubble, thinking of nothing in particular, simply enjoying the lulling buzz of the bar without noticing someone sat beside him until they spoke, making him jump in his seat slightly.

“And I am not. This is firewhiskey. I find butterbeer a bit too sweet for my taste.” the male replies simply, a small chuckle escaping his lips at his reaction as he faces the girl who he recognised. Rowan, was her name and he knew her and Professor Amelia were family which explained the constant presence of the gryffindor outside of class.

“It is also nice to see you too Rowan. Tough day or are you ignoring your student responsibilities?” Jasper teases and takes another sip of his drink while eyeing the girl.

- from nine to wine

[crjasper]

HEARTS HEADCANONS

Send a heart, send multiple hearts to learn something about another person’s muse!

❤: does my muse consider themselves a romantic?

♡: how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in?

❥: what is my muse’s ideal date?

ღ: how does my muse feel about displays of affection in public and/or in private?

💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?

💘: how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody?

💝: what would my muse consider a “perfect gift”?

💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?

💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?

💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?

💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

💜: how long might it take for my muse to say “i love you” for the first time?

💛: does my muse believe in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?

[crjasper]

He sneaks into the professor's office fully aware that the other was absent at the time being. Knowing his schedule as well as he did, Joshua could only bet that Jasper was taking his time to go over the plants in the green room. He wasn't planning to take to long as it was, in fact he was only there to leave a cupcake on the professor's desk with a small note wishing him a Happy Birthday, which he did, alongsides a small branch of amaranth flowers as signature before sneaking back out.

Jasper was humming along to an old tune. A very annoying pop song that wouldn’t leave his head as he slowly makes his way towards his office after having spent good part of his morning checking and double checking the plants in his dear greenhouse. His leg was already aching a little bit from standing up for too long and occasionally having to ditch his cane to rearrange the pots and deal with a feisty plant or two.

However once he slumps on his chair out of breath and lightly rubbing his leg does he notice the small pastry sitting prettily next to a card and a small branch of amaranth flowers sitting in front. He picks up the card with a knowing smile, eyes crinkling as he easily recognises the cursive of his assistant. The whole arrangement was so characteristically Joshua, simple yet meaningful enough. Or Jasper already knew him well, despite the hufflupuff being his underling for only a year.

The professor opens a drawer by his desk with a small fond smile and takes out his personal diary, opening it on a new page and quickly scribbles the date on the top of it. 14th of June 2018. He hadn’t written on it in awhile, prefering to write important events or sticking good memories onto it and this was one of those cases, he thought as he proceeded to permanentely stick the card and the dried branch of flowers onto his diary.

[crjasper]

[ text ➝ dr house ] hEY FAM HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! YOU'D THINK I FORGOT BUT I DIDN'T HAH! [ text ➝ dr house ] we gotta go celebrate it tho. pub this weekend? pls say yes. [ text ➝ dr house ] also how many were they? 50?

Received at: 23:59

{ sms ➠Little Timmy } ....oh bugger off Leprechaun 😤😤

{ sms ➠Little Timmy } But thank you for the message friend ❤️️❤️️❤️️ I appreciate it even if it was a minute before my birthday ended and I just pretty much told you to bugger off ❤️️❤️️❤️️

{ sms ➠Little Timmy } Yes IF you buy my drinks and get me a cake. Those are my only conditions 💋💋💋

[crjasper]

{ sms ➠Little Timmy } Hey fam...

{ sms ➠Little Timmy } Everyone acting so weird...?

{ sms ➠Little Timmy } I passed by a student just now and they were mumbling weird crap to do with their mum 😨😨 and the other day I was talking to another Professor and they sounded creepy af man 

{ sms ➠Little Timmy } Should we do something?? 🤔