#c:jasmine

[linden-reed]

to: jasmine and nico castillo

@cantfightmoonlight @nicocastillo

delivered to their home is a framed star map from the date/time they got married - scralled on the back is the date they got married and a message from linden: contratulations on finding your place in the universe.

[arlowreed]

for; @cantfightmoonlight - jasmine sunday, echo acres woods

"Can I just say, if I were going to murder you, I would be a lot more imaginative than a murder in the woods, its so pedestrian. I would think of something with a lot more pizzaz." Arlow said casually as he strode through the woods sure-footedly. The woods were a second home to him, and he walked with the confidence of someone who strode through them repeatedly, hardly noticing the protruding tree roots and shrubbery. "And I maintain that movies in the woods is an excellent date, nothing creepy about it." Maintaining a brisk pace, he turned confidently at each little marker he had saved in his head, taking them deeper into the woods until they broke out in a wide clearing, grass, spotted with wild flowers thriving in the spring weather, stretching out in front of them, the night sky clear above them, and the sounds of running water close by. He'd pre-set the projector screen and left some large floor cushions in the clearing for them to sit on. It was the definition of idyllic. "This is the point where you say: 'wow Arlow, you were right, this is a great date destination, not creepy at all'."

[linden-reed]

"Rude." Linden tutted, drinking his soda in spite of his sister's threat. The prickle of the carbonation against his tongue was worth it. "Is it going to make you feel better or worse when I am an excellent surfer, and you're struggling to stand up?" Linden asked, clearing his mind so that his sister wouldn't be able to use her telepathy to figure out if he could actually surf.

"Oh no you don't. You said you go surfing with me, so get up and grab a board, before your soda suddenly explodes on you," She threatened. Shooting him a smirk of her own as she held her hand out to make it clear she'd be ready to use air magic on the can in his hand at a moment's notice.

[little-earthquakes-rp]

"Do you want the truth or a lie?"  ~Jasmine 

@worldofsenelfy for Jasmine

Snickering he hadn't expected it from his friend. It definitely was an indicator of where her mind was at the moment. He lifted his brows and smiled, 'Okay, so it's like that, huh? Give me both and how about I try to figure out which is which?"

[exborginbrat]

@shiivcr​

If someone’s life hadn’t potentially depended on it, Hannah wouldn’t have done it. Two years. Two years since she had stepped foot into this shop, since she had come face to face with her siblings, since she had declared unquestioningly that she would not be part of their family any more. Since she turned her back on everything they stood for and took her step-father’s surname instead. Hannah had decided then that she couldn’t be complicit in what their father was doing, in what her siblings were doing, even if it meant walking away. 

It had been harder to walk away from some than others though. Jasmine and Kseniya, her younger sisters, closest to her in age and the ones she most regretted not being able to help. So she had hoped when she stepped into Borgin and Burke’s, hearing that familiar ring of the bell above her head and smelling that faint odour of dark magic that seemed to cling to the very walls of the shop, that she would not run into the two of them.

No such luck. 

“Hi. Jas.”

[a-bugz-life]

@halequeenjas​ replied to your post:

I hope you have a really good moisturizing routine.

So funny story my skin isn’t really the kind that needs to be moist

Oh, absolutely I do. Why do you ask though?

[g0t-ri5h]

@halequeenjas replied:

[pm] That's so crazy that a tornado just whirled through like that. [deleted: Too crazy] I hope your wrist heals quickly. I can only imagine. Do you have any favorite snacks?

[pm] Such a contained disaster, very strange... It’s a miracle that there was only one casualty. 

Uh, my hot cheeto stash is running a little low? but you really don’t have t

[gabrielle--santos]

@jasminexhart​

“We have a couple hours, take a break Hart.” Gabby stated, looking up from her phone. “How are you doing? I’m really glad that you are back. If you need anything, I’m here for whatever.” She clicked on some YouTube video. “Have you seen this one? Chris knocks the guy out in like three punches.” She turned her video towards her co-worker.

[xreachfortheskylarx]

"So... Have you been to something like this before?” She asked the brunette next to her, hoping the answer was yes. She’d mostly been following people around all day hoping they knew what was good or not, when all she really wanted to do was go home - but she couldn’t miss it if something important. “Cause I could use some pointers about the ‘can’t miss’ parts of this weekend. Or you know... Some tips about what’s fun in general, cause I’m sorta lost.” @crimscnskies

[hendrixwrites]

[linden-reed]

closed starter for @cantfightmoonlight, jasmine jasmine's house

He didn't entirely know what reaction he was going to get from Jasmine when he found her. Regardless, he came shielded with gifts from Prauge and Vienna, he hoped they were enough to spare him. He didn't bother knocking on her door, he just shouted out to her in his mind before testing the the door handle and walking in. "So, I think Edgar Degas, the guy who painted the creepy ballerina oil paintings, is Jack the Ripper." He announced, skipping a formal greeting, or really any greeting at all.

He was back in town, but only because he had left, again. He hoped she would understand, sense the need he had for it, know the feeling of drowning in other people's grief and guilt - and then the tidal wave of disappointment they had in him for leaving when everything went wrong. He didn't know how much his sister understood of how he experienced the world, how sometimes his own mind felt secondary to the other minds that invaded his, the threat that a simple touch could be to him, the sinking feeling of leaving himself and falling into a memory he had no interest or right to be in.

"Cause he had a keen understanding of the human body, which is why everyone thought doctor - but didn't have the skill - trained artists would have an understanding of the body, but not necessarily the skill to chop it up." He continued.

[little-earthquakes-rp]

"I-I'm fine, just give me a moment. It's nothing..."  ~Jasmine 

@worldofsenelfy for Jasmine

The morning had started off normal enough. It was an office day and he had to ruffle through some paperwork for grant money and write a letter of recommendation for a volunteer. He'd just settled in when he heard a commotion from the commons near the entrance. Things tended to be pretty chill most days, but given the nature of the clientele, things popped off at times. Shooting up from his desk he could hear a man yelling and a woman attempting to calm the situation down. He bolted down the hall to find Jasmine and Henry Peterson going at it. Henry was way too close and in her face. His mere proximity was a threat. Boden was worried something physical had already happened. Immediately he slipped between the two, body-blocking and forcing Henry to take several steps back. Grabbing Henry by the forearms he could smell the cheap liquor wafting from him. He took him all the way to the wall and pinned him against it before advising, "Don't move."

Boden was worried that Jas was brushing off the incident so Henry wouldn't face consequences like expulsion from the shelter, but he'd already shown up drunk, so things weren't looking great. "Sit down and stay quiet", he ordered Henry and waited until he complied. Turning his worried attention to his friend he scanned for any signs of noticeable injury before settling on her eyes. " Are you okay? Things don't look fine. Tell me everything that happened?" The tight commanding nature of his voice now shifted to a softer tone.

[ali-the-thief]

He had steady hands and was great at distractions. It’s what he always used to brag about when a friend asked him how he got so good at pick-pocketing. Though it didn’t help when he was the one getting distracted. Ali had his hand halfway into the person’s bag when he saw Jasmine walking toward him. Shit. He quickly pulled the wallet and a book out, patting the guy on the back. “Here, you dropped this.” Pocketing the wallet, he tried to walk away without getting caught.

{ @jaz-kouri }

[noahxlockwood]

Noah tried to get a call out from his phone, which was now broken, once more to Jasmine, worry bubbling up in him. “Come on, come on,” he said and took a small half sigh of relief as it manage to go through, she just needed to pick up.

@ctrljasmine

[linden-reed]

"You need to take some cues from your amazing older brother - I am always having fun." He instructed with bravado and a cheeky smile, the kind of smile that screamed that he didn't have a care in the world. It was a practiced smile, a perfect mask like so many other things in his like, smoke and mirrors. "And I like the funeral garb - but my taste is kind of skewed so maybe I'm not a great authority on the matter." He chuckled at the show his sister gave, glad to see her having a good time. "And what exactly do you plan on doing with all that dough?"

“Easier said than done, Lin,” Jas pointed out with an eased shrug as she slid into the bench across from him. Especially given that typically the insanity of this place involved someone she cared about dying or being kidnapped. But at least for now, before anyone started choking on her behalf, she could allow herself to enjoy the first event this town had thrown that seemed fun for once and not just because she was raking in cash left and right. “We both know I’m practically allergic to fun. You should just be happy I smiled today and am not dressed like I could be attending a funeral at any moment-“ which given Lunar Cove, was far more likely than you’d think. “But yeah, the tips aren’t too bad,” she admitted, a small smile breaking across her lips as she fanned herself with a wad of cash before tucking her earnings safety away.

[lycanthropedarius-blog]

                “This really isn’t what it looks like. Okay, yeah it is --- slipped on fucking ice.” @jasmineturner