#not fully considering how i might feel ig? but that's not an Evil thing inherently. i'm slightly less bothered with all that said personally

[doesnttalkalot]

❝ i do not know any other way of loving but this . ❞ LOGAN SHROYER? No, that’s actually JASPER TALKALOT. A SIXTH YEAR student, this HUFFLEPUFF student is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. HE identifies as CIS MALE and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be UNCONCERNED, SHORT-SIGHTED, and QUIET but also MEASURED, LOYAL, and PROTECTIVE.

pls like this post to plot w/ me (and forgive the mess that is my blog while i get things in order!)

He was the firstborn of Lucinda Talkalot’s triplets. Not that anyone would have guessed.

After all, he was never really first for anything after that. Not to walk. Not to talk. Not to show signs of magic. When the three of them ever went anywhere, he walked a half step behind. or, alternately, he stood in between, sandwiched in between Jade and Opal.

And he was happy.

No, really. He was happy.

At times, people would try to wheedle things out of him. On playdates, they would get him on his own and ask “didn’t he want to be his own person?”, “didn’t he ever feel suffocated always being one of three”, or worse of all, “didn’t he ever /want/ things?”

And though he often ignored the first two, he couldn’t help but grit his teeth each time he heard the last. Whenever they asked him something like that, he balled his fist. Because, yes, he was not as ostentatious or opinionated as Jade or Opal. But that did not mean he had not wanted all his life.

His dreams were not the lofty ones of his siblings or his mother. It was not the intricately organized life that his mother had laid out for herself and then promptly embarked upon. it was not the wildfire of want that opal had, the one that threatened to burn down anything in her path should it stand in her way.

They were … quiet. Whispered. But still there.

Jasper Talkalot (who did not, actually, talk a lot if you were not one of his sisters or his mother or someone very /very/ special) was a lot of things—his own man, for one, despite whatever others might say; a splendid chaser, though even he would admit he played best alongside the other two; a poet with a grand total of two presentably published works by the age of sixteen—  but, most of all, he was Lucinda Talkalot’s firstborn. He was an elder brother and he fully aimed to embody all that meant.

By and by, it wasn’t that hard. For the Talkalots, it seemed that the world and whatever it had to offer was freely given. Others looked out and saw only what they could take or conquer, but, almost blissfully, the Talkalots found that whatever they wanted ended up in their laps.

They had been playing in the yard when it had happened. The three of them, happily flying through the air on their brand new broomsticks. They collided and, though some rather unfortunate turn of events, Jasper had ended up on the ground, his arm bent in a rather unnatural fashion. His mother had whisked him away to the Healers promptly, of course, and things had been set right post-haste, but, as he was sipping Skele-grow with a straw, she had looked at him and said words that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

“It won’t always be this way,” she said, “things won’t always be this easy. you can’t always save them. Someday, you’ll have to make a choice.”

Lucinda, who, after years of professional quidditch and being rewarded for things like crossing a finish line or scoring goals, had been quite accustomed to looking at success and progress quite linearly and had been quite worried when the other two had started babbling and he had yet to say a single word. She had paid quite close attention to him, just in case.

And so, she had seen the way he mouthed words to himself when he thought no one was looking. The way the flowers he set the table with never seemed to wilt or need refreshing. How he waited for the other two before he took a step forward. How he watched and waited and … wanted in ways that were easy-to-overlook. That were quiet. Whispered. But still there.

That day, she had seen the way he had flown in between the two of his siblings when it seemed like they were about collide headfirst. She had watched him break their fall at the cost of his own balance.

And, being the loving mother and pragmatic Slytherin she was, she told him simply that he could not always put his sisters above himself.

When her back was turned, he shook his head. She was wrong.

the thing is… you are loyal. and you keep your promises.

& for you, the most important ones to keep are the ones you make to yourself. the ones that you whispered when your sisters were asleep and you were all still young enough to sleep in the same room.

That, while you are watching– that no one would ever fall. That nothing would ever change. You want simply (and, perhaps, wrongly) to make sure you and your siblings never have to see the world as something to conquer. You will fight just to make sure that the world stays soft for them.

your mother always told you that you would have to choose one day. but you’ve already made your choice. and it wasn’t hard.

you will never stand against your sisters. you will never do the unexpected.

you are not a revolutionary. you are not a soldier. you are a brother. you are a son.

You are one of three. And the three of you are one.

& more

so yes, slight overprotectiveness aside, jasper has a really healthy and close  relationship with jade and opal. despite what it might seem like, he gives them lots of space– only really stepping in when he believes they’re on the brink of getting hurt. he also is a big proponent of letting them make their own decisions and staying out of things when he’s asked to stay out of them.

when not spending time with his siblings, he probably is just — alone. by choice.

just a very introspective person!! while my other charas (rose + cress) are almost too opinionated for their own good and have some sort of extraversion to them (moreso cress than rose), jasper is very much not. while he wouldn’t rule out playing quidditch professionally, his dream job is to be a writer or a poet.

yes. a poet.

this boy gonna be broke. sdkjfsdhfkjsh

re: the death eaters. u know what!!! this boi was so close !!! to being valid. but then. ig. u just gotta throw in some good ol’ wholesome being evil. i think that jasper is never going to be one of the leaders of the de and that, if it was his decision, he wouldn’t even really be involved. but, alas, his siblings are involved and so thus— he is too.

like jay is NOT GOOD. jay DOES hold awful beliefs. i think he views muggles and muggleborns as inherently Different from wizards and that his definition of different can tend to dip into meaning “lesser” or “inferior”. but he wouldn’t fight against them purely on his own volition.

he’s a diehard romantic. a daydreamer. a little impulsive. does well in school, but not spectacular. you don’t need owls to be a poet. (you also don’t need owls to be … unemployed sdkfjh)

BUT ya boi only dates or considers dating purebloods unless you are a god/goddess or something (cough seph). this is partially out of his own biases, but also because he wouldn’t know how to introduce you to his siblings without much explanation. also, his mother took the time out of her day to find a pureblood sperm donor for herself, so clearly there’s some stock and value placed in blood status in this family.

#iidyintro