hi
been a long time I've been here. a lot has happened. ill detail a bit what has happened in my life under a read more, but for those who don't have time -
this is super duper long under here. long and rambling and chock full of improper grammar
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been a long time I've been here. a lot has happened. ill detail a bit what has happened in my life under a read more, but for those who don't have time -
this is super duper long under here. long and rambling and chock full of improper grammar
Lisa and Philip from the new archives!!
The consumption of the frenchy fry has pleased the primordial beings.
I hope whoever it was is pleased
CONSUME
now it's my turn to show up in all of your notifications 😳🤲💕 - florida man 🐊
drawpile is a godsend and the server y’all made me create is now the reason i’m living i love u
all the fuckin fantastic artists are as follows: @soicanhaveanyusernameiwant @jayshonsgonnagetcha @whatawalrus
with a few more that i’m struggling to remember because i know everyone’s discord handle, not the tumblr, and people kept coming and going so i’m not even sure what’s what anymore whoops if they give me a shout i’ll add them to the list im so sorry i’m an idiot
also me i drew some of the dumb shit (most of the dumb shit)
everyone talking about how this ship is canon cause theyve got matching cosmetics and that all shit but we all know the TRUE canon ship with matching cosmetics 🙏 🙏 🥰 🤡 🤡 ❤️
❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜
Concerned // s t i l l a c c e p t i n g
“No promises but continue,” she hummed, leaning against the wall as she kept her eyes on him. What could be so big that Jake thought she’d overreact? Meg liked to think that she usually kept a pretty level head. Sure, things got her angry pretty easily but certainly this couldn’t be something that would piss her off, right?
Nervousness is not an emotion Jake feels often, but when he finally gets face-to-face with Meg, it sprouts up inside of him like a weed and worms its way into every crevice of his soul and he fights the urge to wring his hands together.
Trying to keep his face as neutral as possible, Jake took a breath before he clenches his fists at his side and speaks:
“I may have accidentally won the lottery.”
some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
“I don’t think I could live alone again.”
Jake doesn’t mean for it to come out like that, but it does. Whenever he seriously thinks about escaping, about going back home to his own world, it starts giving him odd, conflicting feelings.
He thinks about going back home to his family, but then if it’s been years, perhaps even decades since he’s been gone, they may not even be alive anymore. He thinks about the Plague, about how she’s literally probably from B.C. times, and how, if she were to escape as well, where she would end up, both world and time wise.
By the time Jake gets out, he worries that there may be nothing for him left. And if there’s nothing for him left, why bother going back at all? As the words leave his mouth and echo around him and Dwight, Jake has a hard realization that he would never, ever be able to forget about everything that had happened. He would be so paranoid he would end up looking like Quentin, but without someone to hold himself together for.
And that’s why he can’t be alone again, as much as he wished for it. It’s why he allows Dwight’s hand to slip in his gloved one. It’s why he’s let these people so close even though if he escapes, it’s unlikely that he’ll ever see them again- Dwight included.
It’s not a good idea, but he can’t help himself. He’s changing, and he’s not sure if he wants himself to change.
“Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!”
No, accidentally transversing into the Spirit World and having all sorts of ghosts and demons and shriveled husks of whatever they used to be surrounding you was not fine!
They were fucked. Jake turned to his only possible hope of being saved and said “I hope you have a plan for this.”
RPers, please reblog this if you’re okay with ICONLESS threads!
continued from here | xxx @abxndcned
Dwight was a nice guy who tried too hard, in Jake’s valuable opinion. That, and he talked too much when he shouldn’t. The man had escaped the Killer (somehow) unscathed this time, except for a few scrapes and bruises- and glasses broken, a small trickle of blood leaking from his temple where plastic had dug into his skin and cracked under the pressure of whatever Dwight had been hit with.
It was just him, Dwight and a Pig whose snoot had probably been booped way too many times for her to chase anymore if she let Dwight escape.
Jake had pulled out a few bandages and small strips of gauze to give Dwight’s superficial injuries a minor patch job, but even when Jake shushed him gently, twice, the purported leader wouldn’t be quiet.
Like, Jake understood that some people chattered nervously when scared or hurt or frightened, but they usually shut up when you told them to. Dwight apparently didn’t have that ability, and Jake couldn’t focus with Dwight going on and on about something frivolous when he’s out of his comfort zone trying to patch him up.
Once more, he tried to tell Dwight to stop talking, even for a little while, but the man wouldn’t. Reaching the end of his usually infinite temper, Jake turned around to pull a wench he had in his toolbox that he had been toting around and brandished it at Dwight like a sword.
"Dwight, shut the fucking hell up or this wrench is going up your ass." He’s not usually so vulgar, but people have been talking to him non-stop recently and Jake’s still not used to having permanent company, despite how long he’s been here. It’s been grating on his nerves and he’s just about had enough.
Normally, he would hate seeing Dwight acting pitiful, but honestly? Dwight needs to pull himself together if he wanted to be any sort of leader. Hell, Jake feels that sometime he could’ve been a better leader then Dwight, even with his less than impressive social skills. At least he didn’t start whining when his glasses were broke- the whole wrench?
Jake blinked. Jake fucking blinked because was Dwight just going on again or was he being serious. He found himself considering just yanking Dwight’s pants down and, in fact, shoving the wrench up there if that would mean he’d be quiet... now that he thought about it, it probably would have the opposite effect-
He hoped Dwight didn’t see the flush that crept up his neck and face.
“The wrench and my fist.” God, please don’t starting trying to flirt with me. If Dwight started to try and flirt with him, Jake might actually have an aneurysm.
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"Were y'born out've a dick? Cause yer always actin' one."
If Jake didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed that Claudette had been teaching Billy how to string horrible puns and coarse language together in her attempts to civilize the chainsaw-wielding beast, but Claudette once gave Nea an earful for saying “God, just choke me with my own arms through my own flappy cunt”.
It was funny to listen to, and Jake felt bad for the punk afterwards.
“Technically, we all are.” He starts out, shrugging his shoulders. He fights the urge to fiddle with his black makeshift face mask- his upper lip was horribly itchy.
“But if you’re assumption is right, then you must’ve been born from a donkey.” Jake smiles and prepares to run without showing it. Was it wroth it? Absolutely.