#jastrid

[terapsina]

Vote for the GREATEST MOST EFFECTIVE USE OF A SONG IN A TV SERIES THAT INSPIRED...

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Scenes in question: Angel 5x15, Warehouse 13 3x11, 12 Monkeys 4x11, Bones 3x14, Glee 3x06, Buffy 6x08, Lucifer 4x09, Shadowhunters 1x12, The Tomorrow People 1x12, The Magicians 3x09, The Magicians 4x10, The Magicians 4x13.

[gryffindorkxdraws]

i fell into another rarepair oh no

[shoplikeme]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Theory Jastrid Cotton Ruffle Front Top.

[blue-rose-soul]

I think these three would have fun together.

[the-kaedageist]

Please tell me about the jestrid apocalypse :)))

Jestrid apocalypse is set in an alternate timeline where Cognouza got free of the astral plane and caused an apocalypse in Exandria. Jester is flung back into the material plane and finds herself returning to a very changed Nicodranas, where her mother is holed up not just with others from the Chateau but also a very familiar wizard...

Anyway, I have around 7,200 words of this and I really want to finish it! I got to do a lot of fun worldbuilding around what Exandria would be like after such an event, and Astrid and Jester just have such a [chef's kiss] dynamic, it's so great.

Here's a snip!

“Shh,” her mother whispers. “It’s not safe. Follow me.” She leads Jester to the darkest corner of the cellar and glances her over. “My darling. How many do you have?”

Jester’s heart sinks like a stone. “How many what?” she asks, aiming for bright and landing completely off the mark.

Her mother rolls back her long, lace-covered sleeve to reveal a red eye on her forearm, the pigment just slightly off from her normal complexion. “Do you have less than five?”

Jester stares at the eye, her stomach filled with lead. “Yes,” she says in a hollow voice. “I have four.”

“Come on, then,” says her mother, and leads her to an empty wall. She pulls her past the wall into a space that should not be there, and it takes Jester a moment to realize it is an extra-dimensional portal, similar to when Caleb used to cast the Tower. Someone has cast their own variant of the Magnificent Mansion here in this basement, and they are using it as their base.

It’s very smart. Jester doesn’t let herself think about Caleb.

They emerge into a pristine foyer, the floors made of wood that echoes under Jester’s heels. There is no sign of personality in this space; it is nothing except a room.

“I’m sorry, my darling,” says her mother. “We will have to confirm your number of eyes before I can show you more.”

Jester is familiar with this routine by now; she begins to unlace her bodice, pulling her skirts free and dropping her petticoats right there in the foyer. It is only her mother, after all; her mama has seen it all before. She unlaces her boots to remove the tights that cover her legs and reveal the first of the red eyes, broad and lurid on her thigh. The second is on her hip, cresting the curve of the bone. The third sits upon the back of her neck, as though it is staring behind her. The fourth is on her palm; she removes her gloves to reveal it.

Her mother waits until she is completely disrobed before looking her over with a clinical eye, having her lift up her arms so she can check under them, walking in a circle around her. “Just four,” her mother murmurs. “We are all fortunate, today.”

“Very fortunate,” says an accented voice. To Jester’s astonishment, Astrid Beck steps out from behind a hidden panel in the wall, her eyes narrowed in distrust. She looks similar to when Jester saw her last, when she allowed them to escape Yussa’s tower. Her hair is a bit longer, as though she hasn’t had time to bother to cut it.

Jester is hardly one to be bothered by nudity, but she wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t say something. “Astrid!” she gasps. “Did you want to see me naked?” Beside her, her mother snorts a soft laugh and hands her back her skirts.

Astrid doesn’t seem to know how to react to this question; she opens her mouth but says nothing. The tips of her ears are red – light-skinned humans blush so easily. Jester grins at her in a way that doesn’t quite reach her eyes as she shimmies back into her skirts and laces her bodice up. Astrid seems to finally find her voice. “I did not—we are not here for this,” she says. Jester has never seen her flustered before.

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[guardianofweirdness]

Some friendship edits to keep y’all entertained while I think through my idea...

(Ignore some of the crappy details in the first one, I got lazy ;)

[linsodaa]

I posted this on my Instagram story (@/astriidhofferson) and I feel like it should also be put on here.

[starianights]

Even if this show only lasted a season these two are one of my favorite ships.

They had some much development in such a small amount of episodes.

[incorrectrotbtdquotes]

Jack: From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as “Eagle One”. 

Jack: Rapunzel, codename: “Been There Done That”.

Rapunzel: *Makes a weird, frowning face*

Jack: Merida is “Currently Doing That”.

Merida: *Highfives Jack*

Jack: Astrid is “It Happened Once In A Dream”.

Astrid: *Winks at Jack*

Jack: Flynn is “If I Had To Pick A Dude”.

Flynn: *Smiles awkwardly at Jack*

Jack: And Hiccup is…

Jack: “Eagle Two”.

Hiccup: Oh thank God.

[stefilcla8]

John: "Do you trust me?" Astrid: "You're the bravest person I've ever met John."

[ninaandnoutchou]

A too cute #fbf @lukemitchell17 #TTP #Jastrid 💝🌸 #instacute #funtasticfriday #editoftheday

[gryffindorkxdraws]

J A C K S T R I D // Frosted Axe

Jack Frost x Astrid Hofferson

Stuck in an unknown land after falling off her dragon while being ambushed by enemies, Astrid finds herself in the company of a strange... boy. If a boy could fly without a dragon and make snow out of magic.

Astrid tells herself she shouldn’t be close with such a boy and gives him the cold shoulder. However the longer they travel together with her planning to find her way back home, the more the boy’s antics seem to grow in Astrid’s heart. What more when it was revealed one night that he saved her from plummeting to death.

With enemies seeming to have a hold of this land, the two are left with no one else to trust but each other, and must do whatever it takes for Astrid to survive and come home.

[obenio]

A daily rough pencil sketch of Jastrid.

[blue-rose-soul]

Yesterday, I overheard Hiccup saying 'Are you sure this is a good idea' and Jack replying 'Trust me' and I have never moved from one room to another so fast in my life.

Astrid Hofferson

[the-kaedageist]

(5,024 words, rated M: polyamorous fjordwulf/jastrid/fjorjester + queerplatonic cadwulf & background shadowgast)

Former Cadwulfs, newly minted Fjordwulfs, any Jastrids who exist out there besides myself, and anyone who likes complicated relationships: have I got the fic for you!

Eadwulf still followed Caduceus with hangdog eyes, so obvious that even Fjord picked up on it. Jester watched Eadwulf forlornly stare after Caduceus’s retreating form while helping rebuild a smaller storage shed that had burnt down in the fight. Fjord was helping him, holding up a piece of wood and snapping his fingers to pull Eadwulf out of it. They made faces at each other, and then Wulf’s sharp gaze transferred to watch Fjord instead.

“That one is...how do you say it? Hungry?” Essek commented from behind her, where he’d been gardening.

“Oh so close, Essek, it’s THIRSTY,” Jester corrected joyfully. “You’re starting to talk like one of us, too!”

[ambitiousillusions]

I’ve run out of things to say I can’t make you change If you don’t really want to Why would you rather lay In the lonely bed you made When I’m out in the trenches And I’m still fighting for you