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artisticopy · 1 year

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I hate everything in the shade on the other side of the light.

hey, isn’t that kasper bradley ( nickname: laslow )? i think that the twenty six year old from Beverly Hills, California works as a receptionist for joker’s casino, private fashion designer for his own e-commerce store, and former art forger for the grim fox, but outside of that people describe them as the leather jacket with custom paint, the runaway rich, the transformed soul, and the constant smell of markers, paint and pencils. i hear they are short fused & incredulous, but they are also known to be confident & articulate. consider giving them a visit at their home in the marionette and get to know why they’re called the copy cat.

✱ LAYER ONE ... the basics.

full name: + kasper conrad bradley. preferred name: + kasper. date of birth & age: + july 21st &. twenty five. place of birth: + beverly hills, california. zodiac sign: + cancer. gender & pronouns: + trans man &. he/they. orientation: + bisexual &. biromantic spoken languages: + english, chinese, and learning french. occupation: + receptionist - joker's casino, ecommerce fashion store owner, and former art forger.

✱ LAYER TWO... the appearance.

hair color: + jet black and lilac hidden underneath. eye color: + brown. height: + 5'11" (180 cm) scars: + upper chest scars, and quite a few amongst his sides and back. tattoos: + only posesses a small infinity symbol behind right ear. piercings: + multiple ear piercings, hips, and tongue.

✱ LAYER THREE ... the connections.

parents: + estranged. children: + none. pets: + a siberian husky named loki, and a russian blue cat named luna. relationship: + single.

✱ LAYER FOUR ... the observations.

emotional control: + very much controlled, but if he gets overwhelmed it becomes very much a bottle waiting to explode.

alcohol usage: + can usually be found with wine.

✱ LAYER FIVE... the past. ( TW: vague mentions of death, car accidents. will be vague/will jump around ! )

Born of a higher class family and the eldest of their set of triplets, kasper lived a comfortable life... well.. not at first. You see, he was originally known as kassidy. The eldest daughter of the newfound rich who found their calling inside the inner hollywood circles as part of the jewelry, lingerie and overall fashion business around.

The triplets always lived a much more spoiled life than most. Getting all the toys, the clothing, private schooling to ensure their futures were set... however, kasper never did find that comfort in any of the sort once he turned the age of fifteen. He was used as different forms of modeling for his parents work, and it only became worse as time progressed. He stole and borrowed his brother's clothing, looked into his different potential support systems, and knew to keep it as hidden as he could whether it be binders or even the wrapping of his chest to help cope with the faint waves of dysphoria he held.

He became rebellious. His parents despised the behavior and knew to try to pry, but luckily his siblings managed to keep their minds distracted from his true issues at hand when it came to the concept of kasper finally... well.. becoming kasper. He found himself diving into things he didn't know, hiding away money as if his parents would dare to notice the spare change of thousands escaping their accounts and into a private one of his own once he turned eighteen.

The final time he avoided his parents was the last time he truly held a source of contact with them. They wanted him to appear for a rather .. exposing shoot regarding a new line of clothing. Which he refused. At first it was simple no's, turning into more harsh attitudes, till it finally became an explosive argument of kasper truly explaining who he was. Of course it was a screaming match and he heard words no child would ever wish to hear from his parents, and as soon as he walked out the studio? He made sure he wouldn't hear it again.

NEW START.

He would end up packed up and filling the back of his car before simply driving off for miles.. however, it was a rather harsh storm and he wasn't having the best state with his emotions. No one fully could comprehend what happened when his car swerved and soon enough rolled over a gaurd rail into the sea below. The area being known to be a death valley not many are able to be recovered from due to how harsh the currents were and the constant shifting of the tides. Most would be happy to say that truly was the end of his harsh start... wasn't entirely true.

Laslow appeared fine in the upper edges of california with the smallest sense of annoyance when it came to the constant phone calls from his two siblings who he had to pretend to reassure on his current condition. The access of funds he never knew he could reach was truly a time of pure joy for kasper. He continued his small fun of painting, humming along as his clothes began being stained with different shades, the smell of different elixirs being formed... and the casual copy of identical brush stroke counts soon making his bank account and fun fly higher than ever before. He found fun in the small bits of assignments he was able to keep close, but once his jobs began to decline.. so did his sanity.

He dived deep into the fashion scene in order to keep his hands busy, going through a few years of college in order to progress his stances further. He became rather successful as he experimented with his style alongside the newfound rememberance of his jewlery making. At first it began as a small hobby, but it soon progressed into the full points of a career once he saw the amount of orders he began to recieve. He had stayed in california the entire time, but soon felt the need to let himself loose and began his progression into moving to Alaska.

Now, why would a boy who grew up in the heat want to be in the bitter cold? Purely, if be truthful, was to begin a new start with a new name and his truest identity. Plus he also craved the comfort of the silence and nature around him, and it showed when he arrived and found himself a condo for himself with the perfect comfort of the cold, but held the continous stances of luxury in the middle of nature.

His assignments began once more, but it wasn't hard to realize it became scarce. At first it was once every three months, to once every six.. to now none after two years.

His time in town did offer him a chance to keep the sanity going, especially with the concept of the job of being a receptionist for a casino. He loved the idea of seeing people so happy winning and begging for money to continue to play. The idea of being able to tell someone no if they get too much, the potential flings he got in order to slip some a little bonus at the beginning.

He has thrived in town for almost four years since he moved over. His business began to flourish even more and he found himself in the best place: On his porch with a cat in his lap and a bottle of wine practically being drank like water.

#꒰ kasper꒱ - introduction. ❞#anchorintro

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ranciddrobbie · 6 months

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HEY YOU! DO YOU LIKE WILL WOOD AND TALLY HALL?

id assume so given my audience mostly knows me for the CCCC album art-

NO OFFENSE BUT PLEASE EXPAND YOUR MUSIC TASTE! HERES SOME OTHER BANDS YOU MAY LIKE! (both popular and niche!)

Number one we’ve got my personal favorite, IGORRR, a very out there band these fuckers make metal with opera, swing, classical and polka elements! very good shit

Then we’ve got van dyke parks, an old feller who makes whimsical music to wisp you off to fantasy lands (i personally like Sassafrass and black gold by him :•) )

Then we’ve got Primus, primus sucks. Listen to primus

Tom waits! Many of you have probably heard me say his name before, tom waits is an grouchy old bastard who mostly does wacky jazz stuff (he also did the song Underground in the film “Robots”)

Dr steel! another personal favourite, mostly industrial, this musician will make you feel like a mad scientist! (i personally like lament for a toy factory and ode to revenge)

next up, sElf! these dudes did a track on the shrek ost and boy howdy their music slaps harder than diamonds

speaking of shrek, Smash mouth! yea yea laugh it up its the funny all star band but man their discography has some bangers (a personal favorite is “sorry about your penis”)

Femtanyl! another very harsh sounding artist, this lovely bastard is trans! (im pretty sure- the lyrics seem to imply it a lot)

Also stomach book! another trans(?) artist!

Weird Al Yankovic, he needs no introduction

#music #cccc #chonny jash #will wood #lemon demon #Spotify #SoundCloud

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none-of-these-days · 22 days

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that's just the weight of the world - we do what we must to get by that's just the weight of the world - the weak and the weary will never survive

Character introduction: The Nobrowskis

The Nobrowskis may look like the perfect family on paper, but secrets run deep.

Alexander's father, Maksym Nobrowski, is the current CEO of Kasper Institute, an internationally known and highly respected medical research center. Both Alexander's father and grandfather expect him to take over the family business one day, but Alexander has no real interest in medicine and struggles with the idea of having his whole life planned out by others.

Nasja, Alexander's younger sister, dreams of going to university one day. But her parents are very traditional and want Nasja to start a family of her own early rather than waste her best years chasing a degree she has no use for. Nasja desperately tries to convince her family that a woman can do more than just take care of the household and raise children, but despite her good grades in High School her father doesn't waver from his outdated view.

3 facts about Alexander

his favorite music genre is metall

he is secretly dating Tom

people at school expect him and Avery to be rivals as they're both top of their year but they get along very well

3 facts about Nasja

she swore to never marry and get children

she is best friends with Grace

she took ballet and piano lessons as a child

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #the sims 4 simblr #the sims community #sims story #ts4 simblr #ts4 simbrl #simblr #ts4 #heatwaves extra #oc:nasja #oc:alexander

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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Minimal Losses // Jake Seresin

Chapter One // The Brief

Summary: A Monday morning briefing on the new upcoming detachment goes far beyond what any of the TopGun aviators could ever imagine

Warnings: Mentions of death, Jake Seresin x Reader pairing, NCIS & Criminal Minds jargon.

Word Count: 3.3k

Author Note: This one is definitely going to be a slow burning love. If that’s your style. But trust the process and you’ll thank me later when the Angst arrives. MASTERLIST

“Those are your mission parameters—study them, learn them, eat sleep and breathe everything that their is to know about them.” Admiral Bates stood before his rag tag team of highly skilled, highly qualified TopGun aviators. Dreading the detachment he was about to send them on. Some would know the full extent of what was actually happening. Others wouldn’t. For your own safety and theirs. “You are dismissed—however, could Lieutenants Bradshaw, Floyd, Garcia, Trance and Seresin please stay back for further instruction.” Admirals Cain and Bates looked all shades of concern as they tried to navigate uncharted territory.

You watched carefully as some pilots left without question, some a little cautious. But as always they follow their orders, leaving the hanger with the parameters. Wondering why you didn’t follow, considering you weren’t asked to stay behind.

“There’s a lot more to this detachment that meets the eye.” Admiral Cain was who had set this who thing up. His voice bellowing through the giant aircraft hanger turned makeshift classroom. “But I’ll hand you over to Special Agent Bradshaw and Spacial Agent Kasper.” All heads turned back to you. Shock and utter silence lingered on you—like you were a bad car crash that you just couldn’t look away from no matter how hard you tried. Everyone was just told you were a Lieutenant? What the fuck was going on?

“You knew something fucky was going on—!” Jake hissed under his breath as he pinched Rooster’s tricep. Forcing the proud moustache growing Lieutenant to jump from his seat slightly with a yelp. Eyes wide in anger. Teeth gritted.

“I know nothing!!” He indeed knew most. But nothing to do with you, that his wife had kept a secret. “What is your problem! God, one women doesn’t look at you like you’re some sort of God and suddenly your whole worlds collapsing around you!” Rooster fired back through gritted teeth and a snarl. Pinching Jake back. “Dickhead—“

“Uh thanks Admirnal.” Agent Bradshaw held one hand to her lower back and another over her stomach. She was getting bigger and bigger every day—but she refused to send DiNozzo out here to accompanied you. Instead sending him an McGee to another carrier where another possible suspect was currently stationed. A long shot—but still worth leaving every stone unturned. She wanted to do this one herself. Be your supervisor, your guiding light, a mentor and friend.

“Listen, you all already know me pretty well I’d say so we can skip the introductions—“ Rubbing her belly softly, Agent Bradshaw turned to her husband briefly. “But I will take a small second to remind each and every one of you that what you are about to be briefed on is highly classified material and will not be discussed with anyone outside this room.” Reminding the class but mostly her husband. “Not even you’re fellow aviators who were just dismissed.”

The room fell silent, it felt as if all the air had been sucked out and pumped in replacement Co2. Heavy and thick. Taking the opportunity to stand from your chair at the back of the class. Walking nervously down the aisle knowing Jake was burning a laser focused glare into the back of your head. And yes, he had every right to be mad.

“This is Special Agent Y/n Y/l/n with the Federal Bureau of investigation.” She’d told you to if anything call her Gibbs, not one big on formalities—but you stuck with Agent Bradshaw. It was her correct title after all. “More specifically with the Behavioural Analysis Unit.” Waving with a sheepish smile you tried to swallow the dry lump that had formed in the back of your throat. Public speaking wasn’t something you were gifted at.

“You guys can just call me Kasper, or Kas—“ Trying to break the ice you knew was thick enough to run on. “Everyone just calls me Kas.” Fighting the urge to just sink into yourself.

“I’m really confused—“ Fanboy piped up from his seat trying to reread his mission parameters, looking for the part that mentioned The Naval Criminal Investigative service and the Federal Bureau of Investigations. “What did I miss? Am I missing a page? I can’t be the only one who’s lost?”

“You aren’t the only one—“ Jake hissed as he leaned back in his chair, clicking his pen a few times. God he felt sick, weak. What was this feeling? He wasn’t actually mad, if anything he was impressed and a little intimidated. But you didn’t seem to be all that terrifying. If anything he learnt a valuable lesson to ask more questions in his vetting stage. “You might wanna make quick work of an explanation, Agent Kas.” The way Jake addressed you made you forget how to breathe. “Some of us are really confused.” He wasn’t talking about the mission, he was talking about you. Jake Seresin was confused about who he’d been balls deep in Saturday night and Sunday morning.

“Kas?” Agent Bradshaw stepped aside and gestured for you to take over—clearing your throat you looked at Jake who had begun to soften his gaze a little, knowing he was having an effect on you. “It’s all you.”

“Um—okay.” You had to extinguish a sigh to compose yourself, shaking your hands briefly before you moved back behind the podium. Shuffling papers, and organising what you needed to explain to the small group of trusted aviators. Tapping the bunch of papers before neatly placing them in your hands against the wooden podium, you paused just one more time before fixing your glasses.

“Seven months ago seventeen year old Virginia Emery and nineteen year old Stacey Dicker were found beaten, tortured and partially dismembered in the backyard of an old abandon home that had been vacant for years.” The room fell quiet and suddenly Jake didn’t really feel a need to make silly witty remarks. “Rhode Island—this happened in Rhode Island.”

“Two months ago, as most of you may know by now.” Agent Bradshaw interrupted politely as she moved to stand beside you. “Former Commander Thomas Kazanksy’s niece was found, beaten, tortured, and partially dismembered just down the road from where her boyfriends home was. She’d gone for an afternoon jog.” It was still hard to comprehend, Jake had met the former commander's niece a handful of times, as had Bob. It was hard to process what a tragedy her death had been. “All victims are former members of the same sorority house—Agent Kas here was in my emails the second the story broke—“ Jake had noticed how you’d settled into yourself a little now as you go further and further into your explanation.

“All three have been linked by just a few key factors—“ You could hear a pin drop it had become so quiet. The entire room had their eyes on you as you spoke with a heavy heart. “All three victims had been members of the same sorority.” You repeated. “And had been beaten so badly that the indent of a US Naval Academy class ring could be particularly identified in some of the bruising.”

“No way—“ Robert Floyd had to hold his stomach. He felt sick. This wasn’t something he was good with, you know, the concept of murder and untimely death.

“We believe that the unsub is currently abroad, posted out to the USS Lexington.” There was a lot of evidence you couldn’t really discuss that pointed to your suspect. It had been narrowed down to two men. “It’s probably needless to say we’re incredibly concerned for the women currently on board.”

“With all due respect?” You turned your attention to the only woman sitting before you. “What has this got to do with us?” Natasha ‘Pheonix’ Trance, you were impressed by what you had read in her file before Jake had joined you at the Hard Deck. She’d asked a question that was on everyone’s mind.

“Agent Kas here will be going undercover in order to get onboard the USS Lexington without fear of spooking out suspect—she’s highly trained in behavioral analysis and it was her case to begin with, the US Navy and the NCIS are happy to assist.” Agent Bradshaw continued, still softly caressing her growing baby bump.

“Your detachment is merely an excuse to have her surrounded with a team we thought would be of absolute value considering the alternative would have been to send her in alone.” Admiral Cain explained. Your eyes had since fallen back to Jake, his had never left yours. He could see the apology practically oozing from you. “You have been chosen to know every aspect of this situation, the others will simply continue about the detachment with the parameters they were given—to them, Kas here is Lieutenant Ava Jackson. WOS, who’s joining you all on a routine overwater detachment—updating your skills flying over vast distances and practicing over water defensive manoeuvring.”

“I’m still so confused—“ Fanboy sighed as he let his head fall back against his chair.

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Jake taunted as he cracked his knuckles absentmindedly. “Who will Kas be flying with?” Bradley looked to his wife who already had a look of regret in her eye. Noticing the way she just stood quietly putting the pieces of the puzzle together she hadn’t really given much effort to on Sunday when you had showed up to the final brief late. Despite all her gut instincts telling her this wasn’t a good idea—Agent Bradshaw said the one thing Jake Seresin was excited to hear about all morning.

“Who was it?” Agent Bradshaw smirked at you as she walked with you towards the elevator. Being seven months pregnant had started to become problematic, especially when it came to walking up and down stairs. “And don’t give me some lame excuse Kas, I know the face of someone who’s just been dicked down for the first time in a long time.” Agent Bradshaw only knew because she herself had worn the same face before. Distance, job titles and long hours all played major factors in her relationship, her marriage.

“I think I’m just gonna go grab my files and head to the briefing room.” You tried to change the subject, not one to want to divulge your extracurricular activities. “Honestly, Gibbs—“ You turned to the woman who had taken you under her wing. She knew it was hard for you to level with her on anything less than a professional basis. Hardly ever steering away from calling her by her professional title. “I was, I just slept in—“

“Honestly Agent Kas, as long as it wasn't mine I really couldn’t care less who you’re sleeping with.” The heavily pregnant women sighed as the elevator dinged, stepping in with a waddle. “But I have rules that I live and will probably die by. Rule three? never be unreachable.” Nodding in response you simply followed her into the elevator, taking out your phone and creating a note. “Are you writing that down?” You knew you wouldn’t forget—but you wanted your supervisor to know you listened and would commit everything she said to memory.

“It was just some guy I met at the bar.” You mumbled quietly, doing your best to open up. It wasn’t easy for you, at all. But you wanted Agent Bradshaw to trust you. “He’s on the full clarence detachment list.”

“Like I said, as long as it wasn’t mine you’re fine.” Agent Bradshaw just shook her head. “But get tested, I don’t know where half those men have been recently—and especially Jake Seresin.” Bradshaw teased hopeful that it wouldn’t have been Jake. He wasn’t really your type, she hoped it had been someone like Bob. You two would make a great duo. “Oh god and please remember that you’re like a literal fetus—“

“Ma’am I’m twenty six—“ You didn’t want to argue, but you had always been seen as the child of the group. Everywhere you went. Especially since you graduated high school at twelve years old. A literal genius if there ever was one. For someone who was meant to be so smart you’d made some poor fucking choices this weekend.

“Still—I think the closest one in age would be Mickey, he’s like thirty two?.”

Jake and Javy had been the only two at the Hard Deck on Saturday night, no one else had really felt up for it. And Javy Machado wasn’t on the list for full clearance.

“You, Hangman—she’ll be flying with you.”

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Jake had remained in his seat well after he’d been dismissed. He’d watched as Bob and Fanboy spoke to you about having to learn a few things about being a back seater—basic knowledge for emergencies and in case someone ever asked you in a pinch. You told them you’d done some basic training over the past couple of weeks but would appreciate their help and guidance. Feeling very welcomed by the aviator with the glasses that if anything exaggerated the blue in his eyes.

Jake had patiently waited until they were finished to approach you, taking notice of the way you stiffened a little more with each step he took towards you. He really didn’t like that reaction—he really didn’t want you being afraid of his reaction to learning the truth. Sure, he’d never been run out on, but he had a feeling if he just gave you a chance to explain? He’d understand. He wasn’t an unreasonable man, and he just so happened to have a soft spot of the introverted FBI Agent that had managed to captivate his entire heart in the timeframe of a few hours and half a box of condoms.

“I’m pretty sure there were a few things we did Saturday night that could have broken a few federal laws.” Jake taunted as he sat back on the top of the table, arms crossing over his chest as he eyed you up and down. “As long as you aren’t planning on arresting me I’m pretty okay with starting a fresh—“ He paused for a moment just taking you in. “A fresh start seems pretty nice considering I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.”

“Jake, I am so unbelievably sorry for leaving the way I did.“ You tried to apologise, it was really out of character for you to have gone home with a guy you’d just met let alone sneak out his bathroom window. “Bradshaw had been calling me and I shouldn’t have been unreachable, I just thought if I tried to leave again you would have asked me to stay and I would have unraveled.”

“Rule number three.” Jake chuckled as he watched you sorting out your stuff. Papers laid scattered on top of the podium, packing them all back into their respective cream file holders. “And I understand.” It wasn’t what you were expecting him to say.

“Come again?” You stopped what you were doing to give Jake all your attention. “Wait, why are you still being nice to me?” You had been expecting Jake to never want to talk to you again. You’d expected him to be ruthlessly angry with you, do some yelling about how you’d taken advantage of him. You expected with his obvious reputation that his ego would be bruised enough that he’d be blinded by rage and cuss you out in front of everyone—you expected him to tell everyone he knew just how much you let go for him that night. How far you let him take it. How he’d broken your facade, but he didn’t do any of those things. He was simply still the guy who wanted you to so desperately stay for some coffee. The only person he’d ever asked to stay for coffee.

“You tell me? Kas, aren’t you an expert on behaviour?” Jake pushed himself off the table he’d been leaning on as he sauntered closer to where you stood beside the podium. “Miss FBI, you tell me why I’m still here, analyse me.” You were stunned into silence for a second or two. Clearing your throat before starting your analysis.

“If I had to make an assumption based on the situation, maybe a similar case study.” You didn’t want to get your hopes up because no man had ever fallen for you. There was simply no reason for you to be the one who stood out in a crowd. Perhaps that was, no—it definitely was the reason you had gone home with Jake. He’d paid you every ounce of attention you’d been so starved of for so long. But why? Why would he when all you’d ever been to anyone was a walking computer.

“I’d say that you’ve formulated a few feelings, potentially skewing your judgment.” Your eyes never left Jakes as his eyes trailed from your eyes to your mouth. Up and down, and god those fucking glasses drove him crazy. “I’d say you’re so used to getting everything you want that the thrill of a chase for once actually sounds intriguing.” Jake smirked in response as the gap between you both barely existed any more. His hand lingering on your hip—keeping you close.

“Damn, you’re that good huh?” Biting his bottom lip momentarily as his mind wandered back to Saturday night. How different you were just for him. “I’d say you’re pretty spot on sweetheart.” You tried not to take notice of the pet name that made your heart skip a whole beat. “Sorry, my bad—Agent Kasper.” Jake corrected himself but he still saw how much he’d affected you. There was a glint in your eyes for just a few moments before you decided to bring the both of you down to reality. Or what you’d been made to believe was your reality.

“The only problem with that, is that I’m really not worth your time, Lieutenant—“ It was something about how the light in your eyes dimmed as you truly believed what you were saying. Jake hated that, hell if anything, it confused him. Why would you think so little of yourself? “I think you should cut your losses before you realise I’m just another notch in your belt and we can go our separate ways both telling ridiculously over dramatised versions of the same story.” You knew Jake would never tell the story about the time some girl snuck out his bathroom window willingly with pride to anyone. Besides his best friend maybe. Bradley Bradshaw. And Jake had a feeling you’d never tell anyone about the hookup you had where you had to wash your glasses with raspberry-scented hand soap after having them coated in spirts of hot cum. Expect maybe your supervisor, Agent Bradshaw. So you’d both lie, overcompensate to make the situation less embarrassing for all involved.

“If I didn't think you were worth my time I wouldn’t have given you so much of it at the Hard Deck, and at my home, and again the next morning trying to get you to stay.” Jake was wearing his whole heart on his sleeve. He’d never wanted to explore a situationship as much as he wanted to explore this one he had with you right now. He knew your name—that was it. But you had managed to take him hostage. “I don’t know if you know this about me but I’m not usually the guy who begs, but I’ll possibly consider it if you don’t wanna see where this goes?”

“Jake—“ You sighed heavily as you collected your things. Holding your files close to your chest, heading towards the open doors with Jake hot on your tail. “You’re gonna be my partner, technically—like my wingman if anything. I need to know that you’re going to have my back more than anything, I can’t be playing silly games with a man twice my age who at a moment's notice could decide suddenly somewhat submissive introverts aren’t his favorite play thing anymore.” Jake didn’t respond as he kept walking beside you, heading in the direction of the locker rooms. He couldn’t help but to think about the last time he was challenged like this. His mind was running empty because he’d never met someone who’d been so complex and interesting as you.

“Do I get a badge?” Jake smiled as he stopped in his tracks, your frowned in response as you stopped and turned to face him. Sun in your eyes.

“What are you going on about?” Had Jake not listened to a word you had just said? Or was it more his way of saying he had your back. You couldn’t tell—you didn’t know him from a bar of soap.

“Well if you’re my back seater and get a flight suit and everything. I think it’s only fair if I’m your partner I get a badge.” Jake grinned, he was trying to get you to open up. Trust him, there were clearly underlying self worth issues you had going on Jake would have to learn to navigate—but he thought why not start by getting you to smile. Mission accomplished he thought to himself as you gave him a soft chuckle and a smile so bright it made Jake's heart skip a beat. Something he’d never felt before.

“Would you settle for a fresh slate?” You asked softly, knowing you probably couldn’t do much about a badge. Sticking your hand out for Jake to shake, he did without hesitation.

“Absolutely Kas, absolutely.”

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pumkinkitti · 26 days

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INTRODUCTION POST!

Hello! Welcome to the Jacko + Noir ask blog! :3

The characters in the image represent the owners! (the chars are the owner’s sonas, please do not steal them )

Here are the owners;

Heyo! I'm Kasper and I use He/They/It pronouns! I own the character Jacko, and am in charge of him! I like Dandy’s world, Regretevator, Rottmnt, ASTV/ITSV, and lots of other things! My Tumblr is @k4sp3rsc0rn3r , I'll probably be posting oc related stuff or things correlating to my hyperfixations!

Hi there! I’m Chris, I’m genderfluid and I use He/She/They pronouns :3 I’m the owner in charge of Noir! I like Dandy’s World (ofc), Regretevator, Phighting, Undertale and My Hero Academia! My normal Tumblr account is @7dumbchris , follow me there to see. Literally nothing ‘cause I don't post often. :3

Now that that's out of the way, we move on to the characters!!!

Both characters are in their mid 20s and they are gay for eachother

Jacko is one of the few Main toons, being what people would deem a “villainous Character” or antagonist in Gardenview. Though in all reality, Jacko's just a toon who's looking for fun with a little bit of trickery thrown into the mix. He only has 2 hearts like the rest of the mains, though due to his reckless tendencies and lack of thinking before acting, that's likely why he got a bodyguard in the first place. (dumbass pumpkin)

His active ability is called “Trick”, and is primarily used when he's distracting. If a twisted ever loses attention on him or ends up going after another toon, He has the ability to remove the pumpkin from his head and toss it at the twisted. There's a very slim chance that the pumpkin could break into pieces on impact, causing a faint slowing effect on the twisted for 10 seconds. It has a cooldown of 120 seconds.

His passive ability is called “Treat”, and is mainly used inside the elevator rather than being used in a round. It works similarly to the choice cards Blind Grab or Lost and Found. If any toons have an empty inventory slot, he'll give them a candy of any rarity. It has a cooldown of 180 seconds.

Noir is Jacko’s bodyguard, he was assigned or rather gifted to Jacko from some tight connections with the Toon Handlers. He is what people could call a stoic, hardworking individual, and he is rather terrifying to every toon he ever comes in contact with, except Jacko. (really fits, because he is a cat, after all.)

He is NOT a Main, however, and does have the health and abilities of a normal toon.

His ability is called “Hunting”, and it has a cooldown of 120 seconds.

Whenever this ability is activated, any Twisted in a viewing radius of him will have a glowy aura, and will become a target. Once a target is chosen, he will have a direct line to that Twisted, and once in hitting range, he will stun that twisted for 20 seconds. It works similarly to Goob and Scraps’ abilities.

Before we end this off, please respect the following disclaimer!

Please dont be disrespectful or rude in asks, nor asking anything that includes racism, homophobia, SUPER NSFW stuff, etc.

Suggestive jokes are fine because theyre absolutely hilarious

Please know that we will remove and not answer an ask if it makes us uncomfortable. Thank you!

Well, thank you for reading! Have a great day, and happy asking!

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infectionk · 7 months

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H3LLOOO!!! >_<

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TH1SIS R0LEPL3Y ACC0U,t!!1!!! N0Thign IS S3RIOUDF!!!!!!:!1!!/89-/&;)/]^*<?€€ TANKSS GUYZ!!!!!

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B4 I START, ITZ TIME 2 GO OVER SUM STUFF THAG I SHOILDNT HAVE 2 MAKE CLEAR!!!

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THIS USER WILL RESPOND VERY FAST DEPENDING ON WHATEVER THEIR DOING, SO PLEASE EXPECT LOTS OF POSTING IN SHORT TIMES.

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ADDON:

USES ANY PRONOUNS, MAINLY HE/HIM.

DO NOT BULLY THE CREATOR OR THE CHARACTER FOR ANYTHING UNLESS IT IS JOKING-WISE.

DO NOT SPAM; THIS WILL LEAD TO A BLOCK.

PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL WITH THE CHARACTER AND TO THE PERSON RUNNING THE ACCOUNT, THEY BOTH HAVE LIVES AND BRAINS.

DOES NOT ALLOW STRICTLY ACCURATE NSFW OR ANYTHING SIMILAR, GOES FOR MESSAGING, PICTURES/VIDEOS, OR Q&A.

DOES NOT ALLOW ANYTHING INDICATING RACISM, SEXISM, ZOOPHILIA, PEDOPHILIA, HOMOPHOBIA, ANYTHING ELSE SIMILAR.

THE USER IS 17, PLEASE NOTHING THAT, THAT WEIRD.

LITERALLY ANYTHING COMMITTED TO THE RULES OF TUMBLR, JUST DON’T THATS A BIG NO NO!!! :(

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B0UND4RI3Z!!!

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PLEASE REFRAIN FROM SENDING ANYTHING EXPLICIT OR SOMETHING THAT COULD POSSIBLY MAKE THE PERSON RUNNING THE ACCOUNT UNCOMFORTABLE.

• PROFILE PICTURES: INFECTED HAS STATED HE DOES NOT WANT PEOPLE USING HIM AS THEIR PROFILE PICTURES IF THEY ARE “BEING NEGATIVE,” IMPLYING HE IS FINE WITH IT OTHERWISE.

• SEXUALIZATION: INFECTED DOES CARE IF YOU SEXUALIZE HIM, DO NOT EVER.

• NAMES: INFECTED DOES NOT MIND BEING CALLED HIS REAL NAME, KASPER, BUT WILL STILL BE CONFUSED ONTO WHY YOU CALLED HIM THAT.

• MISCELLANEOUS: INFECTED HAS EXPRESSED DISCOMFORT WITH BEING TOLD TO GET MEDICATED, AS HE LITERALLY JUST DOESN’T WANT TO. INFECTED HAS ALSO DIRECTLY STATED THAT HE DOES NOT LIKE PEOPLE THAT DISRESPECT HIM IN A SERIOUS WAY, THEREFORE HE DOESN’T CARE WHO TELLS HIM WHAT.

MAIN TAG: #infectionK

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thats all until my peanut sized brain can think of more, thankzz!!! :3

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i literally forgot to post an introduction first

#regretevator #roblox #pinkcore #nostalgia #2002 #> <#roleplay #this is a joke #bruh what #lmao #im gay #satire #regretevator infected #infected #kasper regretevator #ask blog #rp blog #infectionK

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jinxed-galaxies · 5 months

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We realized during a rather challenging game of gartic phone that it's impossible to tell the difference between Kasper and Kaz in sys based on shitty mouse doodles

Here is a diagram instead

Watermarked so people aren't weird, also please don't use this for stuff since it's. Literally people in our brain thanks 👍

We don't have a name for our Duo yet so right now we're just referred to as "those freaks" /silly

If this is weird to tag you in let me know and I'll remove it, our first solid introduction to Infected/Kasper was @unoriginal-and-dumb 's designs so our appearances are Very Much inspired by that 🫡

Might make a sideblog to be peculiar on. Idk

#fictive #regretevator #kasper regretevator #infected regretevator #regretevator fictive #I AM. SO SORRY IF THIS SEEMS WEIRD #will remove tag if requested #I may be dying of embarrassment trying to hit post

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regretevatortakes · 8 months

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PINNED POST . PLEASE READ!

Welcome to REGRETEVATORTAKES ! I am Mod Party noob or for short, Poob! Contact me thru @spiveyuri if you interested to be a mod!

Well, here some rules ! ;;

No harassment to the mods, anons or peoples. You can hate on the characters, floors and etc. , but don't hate on real people.. Please..

Sexual takes are allowed, but only jokes and don't be extreme with it. But no that type of jokes on minors and real peoples [again].

Don't make confessions including the topic of rape.

No drama!!!!!!

Generally, use common sense.

That's it I can think, feel free to ask or contact if I sent accidently a take that is offense! I might be dumb for not seeing it agahajjss,....

Mod Introduction.... ;;

M0D INFected / KASPER

💙 Mod Scag. 💾

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mod folly 👁☆

pfp art cred...

banner art cred ..

banner mask cred...

#regretevator

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dollidotcom · 3 months

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(I typed all this on my phone and I don’t have the time to check over it for spelling mistakes please bare with me 😔)

Ride the Cyclone + Regretevator AU!!

Who would be who?

For the tldr;

Lampert as Ocean

Poob as Noel

Pest as Mischa

Unpleasant as Jane Doe

Pilby as Constance

(if you care about Karnak, Folly I guess 😓)

(Need more convincing? Look down here!!!! This is really long 🙀)

Ocean - Lampert [ I believe it fits Lampert due to the fact that most of his dialogue throughout the game seems to be a little passive aggressive unintentionally. For example his dialogue with DrRetro, where he asked her how she bathes herself so he could gauge how far he should stand away from her. This also bodes well with Pilby’s place in the AU since he’s nicer to them. In my mind Lampert is a little bit more snobby than in the game because I wanted Lampert to have some of the traits from Wallter and Mark! ]

Noel - Poob [ This one is a little tricky to explain since I’m not entirely sure how to word it! So, Poob mentioned how they never want their parties to end (or rather lied about them never ending) in game right? The line from Noel‘s Lament ‚My life’s one never ending carnival, a world of boozy floozy flashing light‘ stuck out to me! Since Poob’s parties end like all parties do, they dream of their parties never ending and ruining themself with „party favors“ (drugs and alcohol ☠️) instead of facing the realistic nature of parties coming to an end ]

Mischa - Pest [ To be completely honest, I wasn’t sure who the hell to assign Mischa as, mainly due to Tailia. But I settled on Pest after pondering ‚huh, who’s bilingual 🤔‘ and only Gnarpy and Pest popped up mentally. I would’ve picked Gnarpy if I didn’t think about why the hell xe‘d he at a fall fair, and why the hell xey would get on the cyclone. If anything, Xe‘d probably be the reason it broke down in the first place (Not to mention how Gnarpy is aro if I’m remembering correctly). Regarding Pest with the same questions, Poob would’ve forced him for both questions. Pest as Mischa could also work if you consider how Pest was never exactly nice to anyone in anyway similarly to how Mischa was a tad bit snappy in the musical ]

Ricky - Infected / Kasper [ I choose Kasper because the general retro vibe from Ricky gives the same energy as Kasper! Also I wasn’t sure how to incorporate the disability aspect to Ricky, so I settled on Kasper due to how sickly he is. In Ricky‘s introduction, Karnak mentions how he had cats so I figured that could work too! Lastly I do believe Kasper would have an insane song like Ricky did just due to his personality. ]

Jane doe / Penny - Unpleasant [ Look I know it might seem a bit biased and it MAY be, but hear meowt 😓 Penny‘s body was unclaimed due to not having a head (I have yet to do any research on Legoland bcuz I’m layze) which wouldn’t exactly make sense for any character due to every character having extremely distinct body types, colors, and over all besides characters either already listed or characters it wouldn’t make sense for them to be in the fair at all. Not only that, most of the characters have atleast someone to claim their body. That leaves Fleshcousin and Unpleasant, so why not Fleshcousin? Now, even if Fleshcousin would be at the fall fair, Fleshcousin speaks in a distinct way and I don’t think it’d really be affected by the incident at all considering how Fleshcousin struggles to keep its head on in general, usually having to stop it from flopping haphazardly. Not only that, the entire premise of Jane Doe is that she HAD a life, a family, friends, and memories she didn’t possess due to losing her head and not being identifiable even by Karnak because he never read her fortune. Fleshcousin just takes the form of the closest soul and tries to replicate that soul, so that would defeat the entire purpose. But Dolli, that’s two characters you used process of elimination to pick, you said you had reasoning!!! well I DO ACTUALLY. The body went unclaimed, and as I mentioned before every character had atleast SOMEONE to claim them. Who would claim Unpleasant? Nobody likes them! The only person who could possibly identify it would be Kasper but he’s DEAD TOO!! Nobody would notice their Absence either. Now regarding how nobody remembered them in the spot the rest of the victims were just by seeing their body, the answer is coverage! Gloves, long socks, and long sleeves!! Of course nobody would recognize their face because their head was replaced by the Doll‘s (heh…. Me if u even care..,.,) head. Nobody would recognize their voice because the never spoke! I rest my case 😁 ]

Constance - Pilby [ Pilby as Constance stuck out to me in particular because Constance was labeled the Nicest Girl in town despite barely anyone knowing her in-depth besides her family and she wasn’t happy with that fact, but she only realized how great everything was after the incident. Pilby is one of the nicer npcs, but is often in a somber mood and cries often which causes certain npcs like Pest to be impatient and unkind if you will. Despite how good everything was for them, Pilby always stayed hung up on the more unfortunate things for them. Pilby would probably be able to open their eyes up to the more positive side of their life once it ended like Constance did. Also Pilby‘s color pallet reminds me of the mental imagery of Sugar Cloud! Lastly Lampert and Pilby got along somewhat in the game, but at the end of the day Lampert is still Lampert. ]

#regretevator #regretevator unpleasant #unpleasant gradient #regretevator poob #poob #regretevator kasper #regretevator infected #regretevator pest #regretevator pilby #pilby #lampert #regretevator lampert #ride the cyclone

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