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be rude to my muse!

insult them! say bad things about their loved ones! go wild!!

#this is my most missed thing from jeans hayday #people just being fuckin mean #go apeshit.

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i have drafts and asks to get to i can't do a starter call but man the muse for butcher is raging now

#MANSPLAIN MANIPULATE MASS MURDER !!!!!!!!!! #┆ooc. #i'm gonna try and get some stuff done and then maybe i'll reward myself

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i uhhhh. uh

uhhhhhhhhhh/

#I DONT EVEN KNOW IF THIS IS THE OLDEST BUT ITS DEFINITELY OLD #12 years ago. #if theres anything older it would have been on deviantart and is deleted by now #tbd.

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wet beasts anonymous

#i know its sunday but do not fuck this thing. it will ruin your life #┆art. #┆visage. #VERSE┆hungry for blood but sick of the taste. #suggestive cw

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commission for @bleeding-hearth! thank you very much for the comm bud!

#luri im fucking sobbing #go whiteboy go

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hmmm i think i might try and get some merc threads going when i come back proper

#yes this is technically a multimuse. look at my horrible garbage lady (affectionate) or else #┆ooc.

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…It wants for nothing. Jean packs his worry away, though he knows, for certain, that one day it will need something he’ll be unable to provide. A bigger hoard, a higher roof, more potent magic. The company of its own kind, if indeed there is such a thing. But that’s it for complex language and concepts for today, he decides, falling quiet — until the silence begins to wear on him and he falls instead into idle humming.

Not once has he found himself puzzling over the critter’s sex or gende. By the time he noticed the lack of obvious identification, it was maybe the half-dozenth wall his knowledge of dragons came up against, and by then he had learned not to question it. If this is a true dragon, it’s not a normal one, and it can’t be judged or raised by a book that doesn’t acknowledge its existence. When the whelp is old enough to speak — if it ever speaks — it will tell him itself.

He smiles as it takes eagerly to “killing” his finger. And when the whelp’s thrashing is rewarded with the crunching of bone, that smile doesn’t falter. Damage to his physical body isn’t painful, is easily fixed, and requires for the magic to be all but sapped from the area (which would either require an appetite far greater than the wyrmling’s at present, or for Jean to be doing it on purpose.) It's a small price to pay for enrichment.

Concern snags somewhere in the back of his mind, in the split second after the finger breaks. Whether or not it's realised his hand is attached to his body, his face, his voice. He hopes he's rewarded the whelp with the triumph of a successful hunt, and not the guilt of harming someone it loves. (If it loves him. Does it love him?)

It seems to be just plain confused by Jean's words, climbing back down from where it had been leaning up to sniff and snoof at his face and his cloak, and instead use its limber little baby body and apparent lack of bones that all very young animals seem to have to flollop onto its back, showing its pale, fat belly, its paws arced in a way that they're held raptorially, its hind legs splayed. Its reptilian nature has served no use in what sex the little thing even is, no external genitalia to identify it by, not that it'll matter in the long run anyway.

Even though Jean bemoans the thought (not that he'd ever admit it to himself) of the bugger in the bucket ever leaving, it has no such concerns, content to stay here and be fed and cuddled and talked to, and take long naps when it's not running roughshod all over damnation when it inevitably succumbs to zoomies.

The finger is wiggled at it again, and it latches on, not having the instinct to nurse, but definitely having the instinct to bite down to ensure a sturdy grip, and shaking the daylights out of whatever it's got its mouth on to make sure it's dead.

#lich tbt. #bleedinghearth

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you just can't mysteriously disappear for a significant length of time only to eventually turn up years later staggering down a highway covered in blood and dirt and muttering to yourself incoherently without ever actually explaining what happened to you during that time you went missing anymore

#but but but. you Can. #and you will be better and more normal for it. #god i have so many thoughts about how lucky jean was that he never got to touch base with ppl who knew him Before #(apart from in rpverse where he reunited with his mother 20 years after his disappearance) #it's the only reason he's gotten away with being a feral cat for as long as he has no doubt #or maybe he wouldve just killed them when the havik was still fresh

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BIG fan of this design choice

#one day. ONE DAY

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me when im considering renaming my oc after a dead pet

#NOT THAT I DISAGREE... MUCH LESS PAINFUL TO BE DOING IT THE OTHER WAY AROUND & A FEW YEARS AFTERWARDS... #┆ooc. #the jasperification of jean is coming. #dash commentary i guess but it's ooc so it's not going in the tag

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probably dipping into another hiatus, not sure for how long. not doing too hot lately. discord is jacdaw if u wanna chat, cya soon

#self rb. #tbd.

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probably dipping into another hiatus, not sure for how long. not doing too hot lately. discord is jacdaw if u wanna chat, cya soon

#┆ooc. #tbd. #i say as if im ever doing particularly hot. euthanise me dear god

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every time i make a mistake im like theyre going to put me down like a sick dog

#┆something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.

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baby maybe if you got a new body you'd stop being in such a bad mood all the time. i'm just saying.

#baby maybe if you didn't keep throwing yourself at obstacles like a ragdoll instead of exercising some self preservation once in a while #you wouldn't need a new body. i'm just saying. #┆ooc.

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5. Where is their pain  ( or the majority of it )  located? [for the chronic pain prompt!]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 (accepting)

11. Where is their pain ( or the majority of it ) located?

so oops I kind of already answered this here. Put simply: most of his pain is in his head, his thorax (mostly shoulders, spine, sternum), and his "right thigh". Those are the areas that he'd stand even a vague chance of identifying as painful on an average day, and they're the areas that knock him down on a bad one. Because I don't have much to add to this one, have a completely unrelated colouring page I just finished! Look at all the pretty colours. (Good -> average -> curled up on the heated floor.)

#thank u teeeeeem #always appreciate even the slightest opportunity to make a Chart #┆ooc. #┆answered. #┆something dead that seems to be alive.

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characters with prey animal rage

#puts this post on the fridge #┆something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.

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❛  here, let me help you.  ❜ / from kaen!

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 (accepting)

It's easier to reject a request than a command, no matter how politely that command is issued. Jean hesitates. It takes long enough for him to respond that it could easily read as him having ignored them — or that he hadn't heard them in the first place. "I'm...okay," is what he eventually manages to mutter; "I can handle it." Which is the absolute truth. Yes, his arms are complaining under the burden he's brought upon them — a veritable stack of books, each one seemingly heftier than the last — but he has confidence in his ability to not drop them, trip, or otherwise make a scene.

It probably presents some sort of liability issue for a customer to be carrying this much around the shop. They must work here, he thinks — he's seen them stocking shelves, and he can't imagine he's confusing them for someone else. With good sense calling for a compromise, he sets the stack on the end of a display table. They're all non-fiction, a strange mix of esoteric occult texts, and exquisitely dry-looking engineering books.

...He very much doesn't want to explain his taste in reading material. Hopefully they don't ask.

#in a public space doing so good being so normal #┆ic. #┆answered. #strywoven