#jasper jests

[the-spooky-archives]

Hi there,

How did you come to know Ms. Robinson and the archives?

Jasper here!

I started working here several years ago when Gertrude was the head archivist of the time. It was actually Mr. Bouchard who approached me with the job opportunity. Apparently I had a knack for handling lightly cursed objects and the like.

Without going into detail, my job options when I moved here were Tesco cashier or Archive worker. Customer service isn't my strong suit.

[thatsalotofstaplesdude]

Happy afternoon to everyone with worse sleep schedules than I.

This is Jasper, head of artefact storage and the like at the magnus institute. I was peer pressured into making this blog so don’t count on my excessive participations on social media

This is a TMA au role play blog ran by @qaurter

The hub blog for all my other fellow bloggers is @the-spooky-archives

#jasper jests is my in-character tag

#mod voice is out of character

this blog is likely going to be unreality heavy as well as horror-esque, as goes the way of the magnus archives

[ofenigmas]

[ long island iced tea ] if they had the chance to redo their life, what would they do differently the second time around? ( jasper )

He doesn't generally think about what he would do differently in life or dwell on anything long enough to forget it, nor would he be honest if asked, but if he were literally given a time machine to change anything... Jasper would still go back home for the weekend before the storm, but force his siblings, [OPEN], Celia, and Felipe into going on a "surprise road trip" to anywhere far away from Huntsville.

[ahosia3]

Najgorszy jest brak pewności. Człowiek pada ofiarą własnej wyobraźni.

~Craig Silvey:"Jasper Jones"

[innocentlymacabre]

DUE NORTH: VIGNETTES / 8

A cozy urban fantasy about two best friends who move to the pocket of eccentricity and magic that is Due North

cw: drug mention

The quiet early morning moon washed Alecia Ossario in its silvery tinge. She was dressed in black from head to toe, turtleneck covered with a leather jacket with far too many pockets to even be possible on top and jeans and lace-up boots on the bottom, save for her hair which had decided green was the way to go tonight. She made a mental note to tell Jasper to bring the delivery time a couple hours ahead, so she doesn’t have to be up when the only other people awake are the aquatics, gnomes, and faeries. Still, primetime for client scouting.

The silence of the night was broken only by the faint sound of an approaching car, thrumbling slowly down the end of the road. It purred along almost noiselessly, but on this particular night, nothing else, not a frog or an angry moth (those things could work up a real racket when they wanted) stirred even in the slightest, and no music from a water sprite afterparty rung through the night (If there’s one thing those guys know, it’s how to party, Alecia thought to herself), making it the loudest sound for miles.

Its busted headlights illuminated only a few feet of the winding road in front of it, something that Alecia thought was a touch risqué, especially considering she quite valued the cargo, and the side lines were more amphibian than she would have liked. She spun her fingers by her side, weaving a little light in between her slender fingers and let it fall in front of the car. Grateful for the light, it steered a bit more steadily before coming calmly to a stop a few feet in front of Alecia.

The driver turned the engine off and stepped out. A black boot hit the ground first, a tiny spark flying off, before a jaunty, dapper man stepped out. He had a dark trench coat draped over a brown suit and a half-buttoned olive-green shirt. He rounded out the sombreness with a yellow scarf and topped it all off with a top hat balanced on his head, tilted precariously to one side. His face belonged to a much younger man, all save for the eyes, which betrayed his true age.

“Alecia!” he exclaimed. “How you doing, darling?”

“Just fine, J, just fine. You should really get that headlight fixed, ya know.”

“Yeah, you know how it is. Always something in the way.”

“Uh huh. Well, shall we get down to business?”

“Always so quick on the draw, Alecia. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t like me very much,” he jested, leading the way to the back of the car nonetheless.

“Who said I liked ya? I do like what you’re carrying though, if that helps,” she said, winking.

Jasper mimed being shot in the heart with a laugh, then opened the trunk; Alecia twiddled her fingers and redirected the light from the road to the trunk to get a better view. Two plastic-wrapped packages, roughly the size of sacks of flour, gleamed in her light, boasting colourful pills packed to the brim, threatening to spill and scatter across the pavement.

“Jasper, plastic? I thought we’d already had this conversation, come on.”

“I know, I know, sorry. Last-minute complication leaving me with no choice. Won’t happen again, don’t worry.”

Alecia huffed. “Fine. Leave it with me. If a satyr drops by, I’ll throw it in as a “gesture of good faith”.”

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[askcarlislecullen]

Do your children call you ”dad“ (or something similar), and do they call your wife ”mom“ (or something similar)?

If they do, how did you react the first time they did.

For lack of a better term, I have usually burst into tears. It’s very rare. Jasper and Alice and Rose and Isabella have never once called me anything but “Carlisle.” Emmett often calls me “Pops” but it is meant in jest in the way that it would were it a nickname. Edward calls Esme “Mom” about twenty times more frequently than he ever calls me “Dad,” which is at a frequency best measured in decades. Renesmee unwaveringly calls me “Granddad” and I didn’t realize how much I had craved that name until I had it. When the circumstances dictate that she needs to call me Carlisle lest we damage our cover, we’re both quite sad about it.

[flowerslut]

I might be projecting because my love language is gift giving and I am the kind of person who needs every detail of my life planned down the second and even my routines have routines but-

I have so much pity for Jasper. Like, don't get me wrong, he's got a great family and his wife is the fucking best thing since sliced bread, but she can see the FUTURE. imagine him trying to plan something special for their anniversary, a trip abroad or something, a wonderful surprise. First of all, he can't even decide until the very last second because he wants to keep it a surprise, which is already impossible, but then, THEN. He books the tickets and before he can even tell Alice what he's planned, she's packed their bags and figured out the itinerary and has already experienced the whole trip in her head and is already telling Jasper how great it will be and how much they will love it and how much nasty back-breaking sex they will have at every opportunity. He would love it, I'm sure, and loves her power and her having total control over him but!!! This poor man can't even plan anything special for his wife because she sees it happening before he does it!! Every gift is left to the last minute, and every experience has to be spontaneous, I don't know why he even tries honestly. That's why Alice is in charge I suppose

(I say this all in jest, I love Alice and her ability and that's probably one of the things Jasper loves most about her but. Imagine the suffering)

Jasper having to go along with any and all schemes he gets roped into is such a goldmine for comedy. It’s so great. I don’t feel the least bit bad for him; it’s like a delicious extra layer of karma. Like, sure sure we can argue that his empathy superpower is karmic justice being served against him, but him being reduced to a standing lamp who sometimes gets plucked out of Alice’s accessory pile to be promoted to Bag-Holding Arm Candy is absolutely incredible.

Listing out his trauma/problems just gets funnier the longer you go on because his problems range from "horrifying appearance that terrifies other vampires no matter what" to "wife has never once taken his advice". He’s a vampire who is hardwired to kill because murder = survival but he has an honest-to-god eating disorder because he feels the suffering of all his victims. He’s a two-time veteran where he was nothing more than a body tasked with inflicting violence on opposing forces to retain power and control over others but he’s married into a family of pacifists who like to play human in a world where being found out by said humans can and will get you killed by the vampire mafia. He has dogshit willpower but he has to sit through high school English classes with depressed/horny teenagers over and over again for appearance’s sake. He's a bulletproof immortal struggling to get a good grade in Being Good because of his ingrained ruthlessness and he will never once surprise his wife with an anniversary present because she’s a bratty, meddling little psychic.

I agree with your entire assessment here but I also laugh so hard when people try to woobify Jasper or be like “poor baby” because as a Jasper stan I love seeing this bitch suffer. Jasper will never know a moments peace no matter what happens to him and I can't help but point and laugh at his misfortune ♡

[pupsmailbox]

CLOWN︰JESTER ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　ace. anticette. apple. arcade. aster. astucieux. astuto. astuzia. august. balloonette. bandit. battutista. bennett. bingo. birthdae. blossom. bob. bobbie. bobby. boink. bon. bonnie. bozo. buddy. buttercup. button. buzz. calypso. carnival. casper. circus. circusse. cirque. clerihew. clown. clownesse. clownette. comet. comic. commedia. confetti. cory. cosmo. crayon. dainty. daisie. daisy. dash. dewey. dex. dexter. ditzie. ditzy. dizzy. doll. dolos. doodle. dot. dottie. emery. emil. espie. finn. fizz. flynn. fool. foolette. frills. giggles. giullare. glitter. gracie. gwen. harlequin. harlette. harley. imp. jaspers. jesse. jessie. jest. jester. jesteresse. jesterette. jesterlita. jestesse. jestette. jett. jill. jingle. jinx. joker. jokesse. jokesy. jokette. jolly. joy. joyce juice. jupiter. ken. kip. kipper. kite. kizzy. lala. lolli. lulu. madeline. maeve. marionette. marjorie. maverick. merry. milo. mimi. nifty. pagliaccio. paint. pantin. parade. patches. pendolo. pierre. pierro. pierrot. pigeon. piper. polka-dot. polka. polkadot. poppy. puzzle. quin. quinn. quinny. raspberry. ribbon. ribbonne. riley. rio. rocket. rogue. ruffle. sally. scooter. scout. scribble. sekai. sketch. skippy. skittle. snicker. soda. spade. spark.��sparks. sprinkle. squeak. squiggle. stitch. stitches. streamer. sunbeam. sunny. sunray. taffy. tally. terach. tessa. tetris. titter. toby. tommy. triboulet. tricheur. trick. trickesse. trickette. trix. trixie. tryck. tryx.. tune. twinkle. twirl. wendy. whimsy. yippie. zane. zang. zany. ziggy.

PRONOUNS ⌇　!!!/!!!. !!t/!!t. !?/!?. . :3/:3. :3c/:3c. :p/:p. >:3/>:3. >:3c/>:3c. aah/aah. an/antic. animal/cracker. balloon/balloon. bard/bard. be/bell. blast/blast. bo/bounce. boing/boing. boop/boop. bri/bright. bright/bright. card/card. chi/chime. circus/circuse. clown/clow. clown/clown. co/color. co/colorful. co/comedy. co/comical. colo(u)r/colo(u)r. color/color. comic/comic. comic/comical. costume/costume. dot/dot. egg/egg. ent/entertain. fo/fool. fool/fool. fu/fun. fun/fun. giggle/giggle. h!!/h!!m. ha/ha. harley/harlequin. he/hem. honk/honk. hu/humor. h☆/h☆m. h⭐/h⭐m. ip/ip. jest/jest. jester/jester. ji/jingle. jingle/jangle. jinx/jinxe. jo/joke. jo/joker. jo/jokester. jo/joy. joke/joke. joke/joker. joke/jokester. jol/jolly. juggle/juggle. jump/jump. ki/kit. kit/kit. la/laugh. la/laughter. laugh/laugh. light/light. mi/mime. mim/mime. mis/mischief. mrrp/mrrp. party/party. pattern/pattern. paw/paw. perform/perform. perform/performer. pip/pip. pla/play. pla/playful. play/play. pom/pom. pop/pop. pos/posse. prank/prank. prank/prankster. pun/pun. pup/pup. quip/quip. rainbow/rainbow. ruse/ruse. sh!!/h!!r. shine/shine. sho/show. sh☆/h☆r. sh⭐/h⭐r. si/silly. silly/silly. smile/smile. sparkle/sparkle. splat/splat. squee/squee. star/star. suit/suit. ted/teddy. th!!y/th!!m. th☆y/th☆m. th⭐y/th⭐m. topsy/turvy. trick/trick. trick/trickster. vex/vexe. wah/waah. wi/witty. wit/wit. wonder/wonder. yip/yip. yip/yippee. zi/zir. ☀️ . ⚘️ . ✨ . ❗ . 🃏 . 🌈 . 🌻 . 🍌 . 🍭 . 🎁 . 🎂 . 🎆 . 🎈 . 🎉 . 🎊 . 🎠 . 🎡 . 🎢 . 🎪 . 🎭 . 🎵 . 🎶 . 🐾 . 💡 . 💦 . 💫 . 📯 . 🔊 . 🔔 . 🖍 . 🖍️ . 🗯 . 😜 . 🤡 . 🥳 . 🧁 . 🧨.

[seraphim-coinz]

I'm unsure if requests are available right now, so please feel free to delete or ignore! Im also not sure if you do these type of requests, which I do apologize for 🩷

If requests are open, may I request masculine or neutral names beginning with J ? Preferably with a "dazed/spacey" vibe, I've been struggling to find a new name, especially as a factive who wants to separate from source :(

System Names: The Jamboree. The Jellybeans,.The Junkyard. The Jam System. The Beings of Justice. The Jewelry Collective. The Juiceboxers. The Jagged System.

Names: JJ. Jonathan. Jamie. Jasper. Jude. Jack. Jackie. CJ. Julius. Jupiter. Janus. BJ. TJ. Jaretté. Jazz. Jyn. Jax. Jairo. DJ. Jonah. Juniper. Jay. Julian. AJ.

Pronouns: Jam/Jams. Jay/Jaer. Jee/Jem. Jhey/Jhem. Jel/Jellies. JPG/JPGs. JPEG/JPEGs. Jolt/Jolts. Jewel/Jewels. Jade/Jades. Jest/Jests. Jinx/Jinxes. Joke/Jokes. Jour/Journeys. Joy/Joys. Joker/Jokers. Juggle/Juggles.

Usernames: spacedoutdreamer. spaceyjourney. dazedgirl. justhere. hazyboy. sleepyjamboree. jeweledsleep. djdazed. jellybeanmarket. jokingaround. nappingrn.

Titles: The Dazed One. The Spacey [term]. [prn] who Doesn't Really Know What's Going On. [prn] who is Overwhelmed. The One In a Daze. The [gender] in a Daze.

I couldn't help but go a bit beyond..oops.

[the-spooky-archives]

Good morning to everyone with a better sleep schedule than I

My name is Jasper Creed, I’m the head of artefact storage at the Magnus Institute. My job is identifying evil tables, evil books, and less evil taxidermy.

There’s not much going on but my half professional half personal blog is @thatsalotofstaplesdude

[thatsalotofstaplesdude]

@the-better-archivist this is a callout post you would not last a day working in artefact storage, that’s the spiders domain down there there’s things that haven’t been touched in living memory

[ofenigmas]

[ hurricane ] which song describes them the most? why? (jasper)

He has quite a few, but here's one!

This is the end, this is the end, this is the end of me Playin' pretend that I'm available emotionally I'm off a Benz, goin' 'round bends could be the death of me I'm not ready, I'm not ready

Maybe I'm the best mistake you ever made It sounds so fuckin' beautiful when you say my name I'm praying to a God, a God I don't believe The more I hide my scars, the easier I bleed

But maybe I'm the worst, the worst you ever had Tell you you're beautiful, then stab you in the back You're prayin' I'm the one, but maybe I'm a curse The more you try to fix me, the more you make it worse

Could you love me at my worst?

[bella-goths-wife]

The first dance of the night

Volturi x reader, cullens x reader, alec x reader

It was jaspers night, but it felt more like yours.

It was jaspers official introduction to the volturi as a vampire of the clan, just as the rest of your family had done.

The morning was filled with Jasper standing before the kings thrones and telling them of his abilities and how he intended to help his clan. He had done better than most and received a pass from aro

But the night is where all the fun was going to start. It was tradition for passing vampires to have a ball thrown in they’re honour where vampires who were involved in the volturi’s court could be introduced to the clan.

It reminded you very much of your debutant ball, where you were shown with other girls to many suitable lords to find a husband. Only Jasper wasn’t looking for a partner as he had alice so the entire thing was very boring for him, until he spotted a member of the high guard looking at you.

“My sweet girl” aro said as he appeared in front of you “how I’ve missed you so”

“She has missed you too aro” Carlisle spoke for you, jealousy clear in his eyes at someone being paternal towards you

“Why, you have grown as protective as ever Carlisle” aro comments with a fake smile as he looks back to you “but you have grown lovelier my dear”

“Thank you aro” you say with slight blush of embarrassment

You were dressed in a baby pink gown which reflected your time period. Aro had picked it especially and ordered for you to wear it and no other dresses. You were relived as rosalie wanted you to wear a pinker dress which was full of bows and thrill.

As you and aro chatted with your family close behind you, alec approached.

“Lady (y/n)” he speaks and you tilt your head to him

“She’s no longer a lady, she’s a cullen now” Edward corrects rudely but alec doesn’t look at him

“I was wondering if you wanted a dance” alec said as he held out his hand, Jasper growled at him

“She’s staying here alec” Carlisle says with a fake smile while his hand goes to your shoulder “sorry”

“Come now, let them dance Carlisle” aro says with glee while looking at the two of you “it’s just some fun for them”

“No aro we need her near us” Carlisle says firmly

“Are you defying an order of a volturi leader at our own event?” Caius scoffs as he comes from behind aro “that’s quite rude don’t you think?”

Carlisle realises the silent threat and hesitates before nodding at you. Alec takes you to the dance floor and leads you to the centre. He grasps your hand in his while his other goes to your lower waist as you begin to dance

“Have you missed me?” He asks with a playful grin as the two of you sway against each other

“Of course I have” you joke “who wouldn’t miss your charming personality”

“You may jest, my dear” alec laughs out “but many newborns have craved the company of a high guard and I seem to be a favourite”

“And yet your dancing with me?” You say playfully with a brow raised

“And yet I Dance with you” he repeats with a grin “the only unattainable woman here”

“How very Romeo of you” you say sarcastically

“Only for you” he says back with adoring eyes “my sweet Juliet”

Your dancing increases pace as your feet move incredibly fast. You loved dancing like this, it reminded you of your human life where your dance card was frequently used. Alec seemed to enjoy it too.

“should I expect another visit at my window tonight?” You ask while eyeing up those are you to see if anyone could hear

“Of course” he says with a smirk “how else would I enjoy the pleasure of your company”

“That’s true” you confirm “my captors are not very fond of you”

“How long are you staying this time?” He asks thoughtfully and eager for an answer

“Only two days” you confessed with a sigh as he drew your body closer to his

“When will you be able to stay with us forever?” He questions almost sadly but he covers it up with a sigh

“When the cullens let me go” you say with a frown

“And when will that be” he holds you tighter

“When they’re all dead” you say quietly as the song comes closer to its end

alec smiles before leaning his mouth to your ear as your family look on with deadly glares. He pulls you closer with a smirk

“I promise you” he whispers “I will kill then one day and set you free, little bird”

“And how will you do that?” You question doubtfully

“Just wait for me little bird” he says vaguely “I’ll come for you”

The song ends and alec pulls away. Jasper comes closer but before he can yank you away, alec brings your hand to his mouth and lays a kiss to your knuckles.

The action makes you blush, in your time period this would be considered courting but you took it as him sealing his promise.

Jasper pulls you back to your table and you think about Alec’s words. Were they truthful? Would he lie? One thing you did know was…

You prayed that he would keep his promise.

Wrote this for my alec girlies who wanted a bit of fluff

Hope you enjoyed :)

Love ya ❤️

[fanficapologist]

Of Dragons and Maelstroms

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Maera reluctantly broke her fast with her father, her head throbbing from the remnants of the previous night's wine. Fortunately, Queen Helaena had shown grace by granting her the day to recuperate. And there was no way Maera would be sparring with Aemond today. As far as she was concerned, the further away from him she was the better. This suitor debacle was complicated enough without the one-eyed Prince toying with her emotions.

Thena dressed her that morning in a simple wrap gown, less dramatic than the dress she had worn the previous night. The gown's rich fabric draped gracefully over her form, the turquoise hue reminiscent of the sea on a tranquil morning, and the gold accents catching the soft morning light in a subtle shimmer. To not worsen Maera’s delicate headache, the maid also styled Maera’s hair into a simple half-up half-down hair do, the top half being braided and the bottom half allowed to flow graciously down her back.

Across the table, Lord Jasper, seemingly unfazed by the previous night's festivities, began, "Maera, you received much interest from many different suitors last night." His tone was a mixture of pride and expectation, and he continued, "I'm proud to see you're taking your responsibilities seriously."

Maera's green eyes, adorned with a faint weariness, revealed the lingering effects of the previous night's festivities to her father. The breakfast table before her boasted an assortment of remedies, from hearty meats and cheeses to fresh fruits and pastries, their fragrances wafting through the air. But all Maera could manage to do was to put her head in her hands, partly due to her hangover-induced dizziness and partly from the anxiety that loomed over her regarding an impending marriage match.

Lord Jasper continued talking, sorting through his stack of letters. He casually mentioned Houses like "Thorne, Swyift, Peake," and numerous others, but Maera's focus remained on a small piece of bread and the comforting ginger tea she hoped would soothe her queasy stomach.

“Maera," Lord Jasper called out gently, capturing his daughter's attention. His steely eyes held both purpose and a touch of sympathy as he continued, "I understand this is a difficult decision, and I want you to feel that you have some choice in the matter."

Maera couldn't hide her surprise at her father's willingness to consider her preferences. She cocked her head, awaiting his next words.

With a solemn nod, Lord Jasper handed three sealed letters to Maera. He explained, "I've carefully considered which alliances would benefit House Wylde the most, and I believe these three Lords are the best choices." As Maera examined the parchments, she paid special attention to the wax seals, mentally matching them to noble houses—House Lannister, House Lefford, and, to her delight, House Tully.

Maera's eyes lit up when she saw the familiar fish on the letter from Lord Warren, and she couldn't help but smile. Grateful, she looked up at her father and said, "Thank you, Father, for allowing me to have some choice in this."

Lord Jasper continued, "All of these Lords will be staying in King's Landing for another week. I suggest you engage in a short courtship with each of them, get to know them better before making a decision."

Maera giggled at the thought, her humor returning. "I can hardly court an infant in its mother's womb," she quipped, referring to House Lannister's offer. Her jest earned a chuckle from her father.

In the comfortable silence that enveloped them, the clinking of cutlery and sips of tea filled the air as father and daughter enjoyed their morning meal together. Lord Jasper was the first to speak, taking a bite of his mutton before sharing a personal tidbit. "You know, Maera," he began, "before my match with your mother, we courted for a short while."

Maera paused in her meal, her attention shifting from her tea to her father's face. She raised an eyebrow curiously, her interest piqued. "You did?" she inquired, her voice laced with curiosity.

Lord Jasper nodded, a faint smile gracing his lips as he recalled those days. "Indeed," he confirmed. "Your grandparents eventually arranged our match, but before that, we managed to form a bond."

Sipping her tea thoughtfully, Maera then ventured another question. "Father," she began, "why don't you ever talk about her?"

Lord Jasper's expression turned somber as he contemplated his late wife's memory. "Lady Selmy, my first wife, she provided me with the sons I needed to secure our line," he explained. "But Gael… she gave me her heart. And I gave her mine in return." A distant smile played on his lips as he reminisced. "From that initial spark, we built something truly extraordinary. Our love only grew with every child we brought into this world."

He sighed, his gaze dropping to his plate. "And then, it all seemed to crumble," he admitted, his voice laden with sadness. "With your mother's sudden death on the childbed, and the loss of your twin brothers a few months later, it felt as though I'd lost everything. There was barely any evidence left of the six years of marriage we shared. Except for you."

The room fell silent again, but this time, it was a shared moment of understanding. Maera listened attentively, grateful that he had shared such a vulnerable part of himself with her. Finally, Lord Jasper cleared his throat and reached for another letter on the table. He handed it to Maera, a Seven-Pointed Star gracing the blue wax seal. It was a letter from her sister, Sabine. Maera's eyes lit up with joy, and she looked at her father with gratitude.

Maera's face lit up with a radiant smile as she accepted the letter. "Thank you, Father," she said genuinely, her gratitude evident in her eyes. She bowed her head respectfully, then rose from her seat to return to her chambers, eager to read the words from her beloved sister.

Maera practically rushed back to her chambers, anticipation bubbling within her. She let the doors shut behind her as she quickly sat at her dining table, breaking the seal on the letter. As she unfolded the parchment, Sabine's words filled her vision.

Dearest Maera,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. Your previous letter brought me immense comfort, and I cannot thank you enough for your kind words. I was rather nervous about the prospect of marriage, and your support meant the world to me.

As for my marriage to Lord Adrian, things appear to be progressing well. Our initial meeting was, I must admit, quite awkward. However, over the past moon, we have grown closer and developed a true friendship. We often spend our evenings reading by the hearth, sharing stories, and even enjoying horse rides together. I find that I genuinely enjoy his company.

Now, regarding the wedding night, I shall not sugarcoat it. Septa Mathilde's warnings were not unfounded. It did hurt. But please know that things are getting easier. Lord Adrian has been patient and kind, and we are slowly getting to know each other more intimately. Although, our first encounter was rather brief, and afterward, Lord Adrian snored quite loudly throughout the night, which meant I got little sleep.

Nevertheless, Maera, I hope my experiences bring you some comfort and insight into what lies ahead. I wish for you to find contentment and friendship in your own marriage, just as I have found with Lord Adrian. I long for the day we can see each other once more.

With love and warm regards,

Sabine

Maera's heart swelled with affection for her younger sister as she read the letter. Sabine's words provided both guidance and reassurance as she navigated the uncertain path of her own upcoming marriage. With newfound determination coursing through her, Maera summoned both Thena and Ser Arryk into her chambers. Her loyal entourage arrived promptly, ready to attend to their lady's requests. Maera addressed Thena, her maid, and trusted confidante first.

"Thena, I need you to reach out to my potential suitors. Let them know that I acknowledge their interest and that I'm open to being invited for a short courtship, with Ser Arryk as my chaperone. Please ensure this message is delivered promptly," Maera instructed, her eyes locked on her trusted handmaiden. Thena nodded respectfully and swiftly exited the room, eager to carry out her lady's command.

Turning her attention to Ser Arryk, Maera's expression softened with gratitude. "Ser Arryk, I must apologize for my behavior last night, for I fear I made a spectacle of myself," she admitted, her voice tinged with regret.

The knight chuckled, his tone warm. "My lady, you need not worry. Your well-being is my concern, and so long as you enjoyed yourself, that's all that matters."

Maera offered a weak smile, not truly able to enjoy the previous night's festivities due to her encounter with Prince Aemond. She swiftly changed the subject, her concern for Queen Helaena evident.

"Have you heard anything about Queen Helaena? I worry for her, having to spend the evening with King Aegon," Maera inquired, her brows furrowing.

Ser Arryk provided what information he had. "Her Grace left the king's chambers this morning, my lady. She seems to be well, at least as far as I can tell."

Maera appreciated the knight's response but found it too vague for her liking. She resolved to visit the Queen later and check on her personally. Her curiosity then turned to the rest of the Royal family.

Her curiosity about the royal family still lingering, Maera asked Ser Arryk about the whereabouts of the other members. She inquired about King Aegon, eliciting an eye roll from her when she learned that he remained in his chambers, likely nursing a hangover worse than her own.

Ser Arryk continued to provide details. "Queen Alicent and Prince Daeron are spending time together today, my lady. Along with the royal children. I have heard they are making their way to the Godswood this afternoon."

Maera nodded, acknowledging this information. Her curiosity about Prince Aemond surfaced, and her stomach churned with anxiety as she asked, "What about Prince Aemond, Ser Arryk?"

The knight's response brought a mixture of relief and resolve. "Prince Aemond left this morning on his dragon to attend to his royal duties. He won't be back at the Keep for a few days, possibly a week."

A sigh of relief escaped Maera's lips, and she offered a silent thank you to the gods that Aemond was away. It would provide her the space and time to focus on her suitors without the one-eyed Prince's interference.

"Thank you, Ser Arryk," she said, grateful for his information. She dismissed him with a nod and a kind smile before turning her attention to penning her reply to her sister Sabine.

Over the following days, Maera resumed her duties in Queen Helaena's service, though the Queen kept the details of her night with King Aegon to herself. Maera couldn't help but worry for her friend's well-being, her concern showing on her face. She approached Helaena, offering her support.

"If you wish for Aegon to be punished for his actions, Helaena, I'll be more than happy to see it done," Maera said earnestly, her loyalty to her friend unwavering.

Helaena chuckled at Maera's fiery response, appreciating her friend's willingness to defend her honor. "Oh, Maera, you should be on the Kingsguard," she replied, though she didn't reveal her true feelings about the matter.

With leave granted to engage with her potential suitors, Maera found herself in the Keep Gardens for her first meeting, accompanied by Ser Arryk as her chaperone. Her first suitor, Lady Johanna Lannister, stood before her, her pregnancy evident, carrying Maera’s possible future husband.

Maera couldn't help but find the situation somewhat absurd, sharing questioning glances with Ser Arryk, who chuckled to himself. Lady Johanna, too, acknowledged the peculiarity of the situation, highlighting the lengths to which noble alliances would go.

"Men would match babe to crone if it meant securing a favorable alliance," Lady Johanna remarked, a wry smile on her face.

As they conversed, Lady Johanna painted a picture of life in Lannisport and what Maera's future might look like as Lady of Casterly Rock if she were to marry Johanna's son. Maera considered the absurdity of it all but couldn't help but see one undeniable advantage - her sister Sabine resided in closely to Lannisport. Having family close by was a comforting thought amidst all this uncertainty.

As their meeting drew to a close, Maera placed a gentle hand on Lady Johanna's baby bump, feeling the unborn child's movements beneath. Memories of her stepmothers' pregnancies and the many births she had witnessed at Rain House flooded her mind. She addressed the bump with sincerity.

"It truly is an honor to be courted by his lordship," Maera said, a warm smile on her face. She turned her attention to Lady Johanna. "Thank you for taking the time to share what it's like to be a Lannister. Your insights mean a great deal to me."

Lady Johanna giggled, charmed by Maera's demeanor. This courtship might have been unconventional, but there was warmth and connection between them, even in these strange circumstances.

A day later, Maera had moved on to her next suitor, Lord Humfrey Lefford, but the encounter took an entirely different turn than her previous one. As they sat in the library, Lord Lefford's expectations became painfully clear to Maera.

He spoke of wanting a wife who would exist solely for his desires, to bear his children and cater to his every whim. His vision was that of a submissive, docile wife who would not question her husband's demands and stay home to care for his brood.

Maera listened to his words, growing more uncomfortable by the moment. This was not the kind of marriage she desired, and she couldn't fathom being bound to a man with such archaic views. Politeness compelled her to endure the conversation, but she couldn't wait for it to end.

As Lord Lefford concluded his thoughts, Maera offered a courteous smile and said, "Lord Lefford, I appreciate your candidness and the time you've taken to speak with me. It has been…enlightening." In truth, it had been anything but enlightening, but she wished to end the conversation as gracefully as possible.

Quickly excusing herself, she left the library with a sense of relief. Her desire to share her experiences with Queen Helaena was paramount now, and she headed for the Queen's chambers with eagerness.

However, as she walked through the corridor, her path was unexpectedly blocked by an unfamiliar voice. "Forgive me, I seem to be a bit lost.”

Maera turned her gaze toward the source and found herself face to face with Floris Baratheon, a sense of urgency in the deep brown pools of the lady's eyes. Floris was adorned in a striking yellow dress, with black stag heads adorning the fabric, and a black leather corset cinched around her waist. A black cloak cascaded over her shoulders, completing her striking appearance.

Maera was momentarily taken aback. Up close, Lady Floris was even more beautiful than she had imagined. House Wylde's allegiance to House Baratheon meant that Maera had to offer the utmost respect, even if her feelings towards Floris's betrothal to Prince Aemond stirred some bitterness within her.

With a nod of acknowledgment and an apology for nearly rushing past her, Maera offered, "My apologies, Lady Floris. Of course, I would be honored to assist you.”

Lady Floris then inquired if Maera could guide her to the castle entrance near the stables, as she was preparing to depart for Storm's End. Maera readily agreed, turning to lead the way down the long, winding steps that led to the lower levels of the Red Keep.

Breaking the silence, Floris began, "I know who you are, Lady Maera. Our fathers are close, I believe."

Maera responded with a noncommittal hum as they continued their descent. Realizing her own dismissive tone, she corrected herself and offered a more congenial response.

"Congratulations on your betrothal to Prince Aemond," she said, attempting to be polite, though her inner turmoil about the matter was hard to mask. "You must be very happy at the prospect of becoming a Princess."

As they continued to descend the staircase, Lady Floris couldn't help but scoff at Maera's comment about becoming a princess. She explained, her voice tinged with frustration, "Princess or not, my intended is avoiding me like I'm riddled with greyscale."

Maera, perplexed by this revelation, raised her eyebrows in surprise. She guided Lady Floris down the corridor, her mind racing to understand why Prince Aemond would not extend the courtesy of spending time with his bride-to-be before their wedding. She had assumed that Aemond's mother, Queen Alicent, would encourage the pair to get to know each other, given her own loveless marriage to the late King Viserys.

Floris continued, her tone resentful, "My father is an ambitious man, Lady Maera. He would do anything for a grab at power, including marrying me off to a cripple and a kinslayer."

Maera frowned, feeling a bit defensive on behalf of Aemond. "Prince Aemond has his negative qualities to be sure, but this match is quite advantageous, Lady Floris. You should consider yourself lucky."

However, Maera paused, her thoughts changing. Maybe she was being unfair. After all, Floris was just a woman fulfilling her father's wishes. She spoke again, emphasizing the practical nature of marriage. "Marriage is about duty and providing heirs. That's all your union should be."

Floris nodded as they fell into a thoughtful silence. Descending yet another staircase, Floris eventually broke it by saying, "I know that you've known the Prince since you were children. What can you tell me about him?"

Maera asked, "What would you like to know exactly?"

As they continued their descent, Floris hesitated before she eventually replied, "What to watch out for."

Maera empathized with her and thought about how she'd want to know what her intended was like if she were in the same position.

A flood of memories rushed through Maera's mind. Initially, the memories were negative—how Prince Aemond had toyed with her, shunned her, and belittled her, making her furious. "The Prince can be cruel and arrogant. He often thinks he's the smartest person in the room and harbors bitterness about not being on the Iron Throne instead of Aegon."

But then, a shift occurred. Maera's memories took a more positive turn. Memories of them playing together as children, sparring as adults, his encouragement of her passions, and his deep love for his family. Maera remembered the way he had defended her honor when Aegon attacked her. These recollections caused a soft smile to curl on her lips, leaving Lady Floris puzzled.

Maera cleared her throat before continuing, "The boy I knew as a child is still in Aemond, somewhere. Perhaps the right person could bring it out. I see glimpses of his old self sometimes—his fierce loyalty to his family, his skill with the sword, and how he genuinely cares about serving the realm. If you manage to bring out this side of him, Lady Floris, you might find some contentment in your marriage."

As they reached the stable entrance, Floris thanked Maera for guiding her out of the Keep and for the insights she had shared. Floris acknowledged, "You are right about marriage being for duty. Once I've produced a few of the Prince’s heirs, I hope another Lord will take interest in me and truly sweep me off my feet. Hopefully one with two eyes."

Maera bit her tongue, choosing not to react to the blatant insult Floris had just delivered about Aemond, despite all the positive qualities she had just listed. Instead, she offered a respectful nod and falsely replied, "I hope your journey back to Storms End is a safe one, Lady Floris, and I look forward to meeting you once again in the near future.”

Notes: bye Floris don’t come back 👋🏻

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💌 FROM AN ADMIRER | @id1eyouth

My dear friend,

Yours is the first letter to find me since my arrival in this bustling city, and how heartening it was to receive it. I suppose my parents feel no need to write now that we share the same soil once more, though there are miles between us. As for brother Bruno, he remains, true to form, tucked away in some exotic corner of the globe beyond the reach of proper correspondence. Yet somehow he manages to send me little tokens of his travels— it's curious how he always appears to know where I am.

This time it is a woven fabric from India—brightly colored with intricate patterns and enough tassels to amuse the dorm's resident cat. Perhaps it is a subtle jest, reminding me to keep warm in my cold solitude. He always had a funny way of showing his affection.

The university is much like our own, save for the familiar French spoken all around me and a touch more boldness amongst the students. At the very least, here the disdain of others is offered openly to one’s face, which I find wonderfully refreshing.

I shall not tire you with descriptions of my lodgings, for they are neither remarkable nor dreadful. Suffice to say, they are adequate, though lacking in poetry—a talent you, with your gift for words, could surely remedy. I must confess I do take some delight in the view from my window. Paris seems to stretch and grow with each passing day, the streets brimming with carriages and bustling crowds. From above, the city feels less overwhelming, and more like a miniature theater unfolding before my eyes.

I thank you for the congratulations in your last letter, though I cannot help but detect a trace of disappointment in your words. I realize my departure was neither expected nor desired by us both, but as you well know, great opportunities are rarely convenient. The sciences program here is one of the finest in the world, and to be accepted will mean the difference between working as a pharmacist or being a part of more modern chemical research.

Although, I fear me reminding you of all this is spitting in the face of your intelligence. I am certain I spoke of it at length that last evening we spent together. I am certain you remember it as clearly as I do.

Regardless, I hope you realize that you are in my thoughts as someone I have grown close to and shared so much with during our time together. I am certain no equal shall be found here.

If you are still the man I believe you to be, you will forgive my clumsy attempts at sentiment and continue to write to me of all things—trivial or profound matters little. Above all, tell me what has become of the books I left behind? Have they found new life in your hands or have they been serving as door stoppers?

Your friend in all things,

Jasper

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@anotherhumanpet / Cont. from [x]

It was supposed to be a simple outing. Nothing too crazy or out of the ordinary; Just a nice, simple self-led hike through the desert hills around Jasper before the darkness of night would force him to call in and go home. Then, Dennis rounds the bend, and suddenly HE is there. The boy shrieks and stumbles over his own feet trying to flee before Tarn even says anything, gracelessly falling back into the dirt and sand. This does not keep him from retreating though as he scrambles several more feet before finally stilling, giving up on the pursuit of freedom and distance while the bastard monologues like they're old friends running into each other again.

"What are you doing here!?" He barks, more so out of panic and fear than anything.

That was certainly an exemplary display of prey behaviour. So he has not mistaken another human child for the one he knew. Tarn would have been pleased with his attention for detail had he cared about organics in general. "Your ability for escaping on foot has yet to improve. Shall I provide aid in this regard?" What was meant as a good-natured jest carried a distinct note of threat as the tank loomed over the tiny fleshling.

"I was under the impression organic species are short-lived, but your appearance has not undergone significant changes from what I recall. You will be pleased to know your fellow pet Orb has also withstood the test of time. I wonder which of you will outlive the other." He mused, and realized then he has yet to answer the child's inquiry.

"I arrived here not of my own volition. My skills in steering have worsened during my years of being stationary." Tarn explained vaguely, and merely watched the human. "Why are you here? I would have thought our previous encounter would've taught you not to wander on your own."