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clark-stanky · 21 hours

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You wouldn't last a day in the asylum where they raised me

#jamblr #animal jam #wildworks #animal jam classic #ajpc

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jambusaur · 1 year

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#back with another one babey #jamblr #wild works #animal jam #aj #nostalgia #animal jam classic #ajc #ajpc

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i-need-a-real-username · 6 months

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jam mart is the funniest place in aj cuz you could find the most gorgeous, well-designed item sitting right next to the most disgusting, stupid-ass looking hippo chair

#animal jam #jamblr #ajpc

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impofthegasstation · 4 months

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heres a phantom i rped as years and rears years ago in ajc who's stayed in my brain

#my art #animal jam #animal jam classic #aj #ajpc #oc #phantom oc #aj phantoms #i will try draw more of my aj guys and post them

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mt-shiveer · 8 months

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animal jam oc...... real

#animal jam #jamblr #aj classic #animal jam classic #aj fox #animal jam fox #animal jam oc #aj oc #[junos art tag]#ajpc #animal jam fanart

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hauntedziosportrait · 9 months

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jamblr my wonderful pals!! this might just stay a hypothetical but how many of you would be interested in help fuel a lore-based animal jam MAP (AS IN MULTI ANIMATOR PROJECT!!) i unfortunately dont have the blessed skill of any form of animation myself but contributions could be drawn, crafted, stop motion, all forms of piecing together a story... reblog if this is something youd potentially be interested in contributing in 👀

#not sure if Little Talks by of monsters and men tickles anyone's fancy......... wink wink #jamblr #animal jam #multi animator project #animaljam #ajpc #ajpw #animal jam lore

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slayygirl122 · 8 months

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The pillow room these days is so funny because you've got the group therapy corner, the hate speech corner, the meme corner and the religious debate corner.

#animal jam #ajpc #animal jam classic #aj classic #ajc #jamblr #animaljam

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glitterspaghettiketchup · 2 months

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YEAH I CAN DRAW DIFFERENT ANIMALS FROM ANIMAL JAM!

I guess this can count as a late Valentine's Day special? So happy Valentine's Day!

#pizza spaghetti #animal jam #aj #ajpc #100 jammers #art #jamblr #i am. so curious. as to if anyone would ever recongnise their own avatar-#it would be soooo funny

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clark-stanky · 1 month

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Kids these days will never understand how cathartic it was to log onto animal jam after a long day at school and experience the endless grind of the machine of capitalism in an educational kid's game about animals fighting pollution

#jamblr #wildworks #animal jam #ajpw #animal jam play wild #animal jam classic #ajpc

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jambusaur · 1 year

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i’m so glad i’m on animal jam tiktok because i just found an etsy seller making some absolutely AMAZING animal jam stickers!!!

here’s some pics, i’ll link their shop and tiktok account at the end too :)

i can’t decide which one’s my favorite, they’re all so amazing omg????

click here for their etsy shop!

click here for their tiktok account!

#jamblr #animal jam #wild works #aj #animal jam classic #ajpw #animal jam play wild #ajpc #ajc #aj classic

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i-need-a-real-username · 7 months

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why are they so judgemental

#animal jam #aj #ajpc #jamblr

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radiowlet · 1 year

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fman122 fursuit thoughts. I have never designed a fursuit before

#this could go on my aj blog but. no #sfw furry #jamblr #animal jam #animal jam classic #ajpc #ajc #safe fur work #i also dont have the time space or resources to make a fursuit right now nor will i for. a very long time probably but.#someday. someday he'll be real

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impofthegasstation · 4 months

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hey animal jammers, does anyone know what this on my tl could get me? im mostly just looking for nonmembers items honestly..

#imptxt #wanna make my animal look nice #animal jam #ajpc #animal jam classic #aj trading

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hauntedziosportrait · 6 months

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WHAT THE HELL GABE'S AJ AU / Epilogue 💫

🖋️ NOTES:

So erm. Hey jamblr. Here's that au I promised you. It is lacking a name. This is currently a huge HUGE HUGE wip but what I will say is i have had this headworld and story in my brain for a pretty scary amount of time. Now I am making the mature decision and taking a step from imagining animatics in my head to making an actual story!! As of right now, I have very intense artblock, so I'm bringing it upon myself to write for this AU instead!!

This was inspired by probably a lot of stuff, notably FOTS by Greeky and a whole bunch of AJ headcanons I have mashed together into a slightly salty stew.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

An insatiable amount of cringe

The very original idea of an apocalypse AU

Autism

Greely says a bad word and instantly gets sent to the seventh circle of hell

Enjoy jamblr. You stinky stinky individuals

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A delicate feather was carried by the wind from its birthplace and took time to settle as the wrath of the winds sailed it about the sky endlessly. This delicate feather- she, a delicate feather, had lesser expertise with a realm such as this. Despite never having seen it, she had heard innumerable myths and legends about it and had researched Jamaa throughout the ages. As she landed amidst the chaos and apocalypse, she spread the scrolls of her map with two eager wings. She then, excited as can be, soared up and above the lands to look down on it, comparing it to the papyrus in her grasp. Apart from some tiny geographic inaccuracies, she was mostly right about what she thought Jamaa would resemble. Her sole hyperfocus for as long as she had been living was right here in front of her. Her map and other tools of the trade were no longer necessary.

She went by the name Io'lani, and if she had friends, they would undoubtedly refer to her as Lani, but since she didn't, that was that. Her name meant "royal hawk", although she was neither royal nor a hawk. She had been around a very long time but mostly in captivity; her living quarters resided in some sort of third-dimensional space as she watched the centuries go by. Originally, she was created to be a faux offspring for the two guardian spirits to embrace and love as their own, the way parents would cherish a newborn babe, but their heavenly duties consistently got in the way of that. She wasn't necessarily forgotten, neglected, or abused- but her existence was merely an afterthought for the Sky Mother Mira, and barely a thought at all for the (mostly) unaware Zios.

Promptly, as a being of balance, and the product of the two holy deities that brought life to Jamaa, Io'lani's emergence in a time of destruction and despair was foretold in literature and books written by the most fanatical of scholars and theorists.

Io'lani emerged, of course. I just described her descent to you. The problem was that she wasn't quite sure what she was meant to do.

Her eyes darted as she stared at the gloomy surroundings. Buildings once bursting with life had been knocked down and torn apart for materials by scavenging jammers who were desperate to survive. The greenery and plants were now wilted and desaturated. The rivers, now a goopy inkwell. Once there were animals united by friendship, now wicked phantoms united by their desire to destroy and multiply. The hiss of black smoke filled Io'lani's lungs and she coughed, covering her beak with the edges of her mask.

This is not how Jamaa was supposed to be. Where were the cheers and laughter of water slides, movie theatres, and young mammals venturing out into the wild? Where was the happy haven that she had been assured existed? As she floated and landed at different locations, pointing to her whereabouts on the map, she analyzed her positioning with precise craftsmanship.

Crystal Sands' warm, golden shoreline had vanished and been replaced with a gritty, black, and grey substance that was scorching to the touch. Jamaa Township's characteristic swirling pavement was no longer present; instead, a sizable crevice divided the town's center in half. Phantoms emerged from these recesses, spreading their purple muck and cackling maliciously as they advanced to wilt the fauna.

Jamaa was not intended to be like this. Io'lani quietly descended and fell to her knees in front of a violet flag that had been suspended from the arcade's former roof. It had been shredded at the ends, painted with a sinister expression, and pasted all over the lifeless hamlet. The photograph was of the Phantom Queen, or PQ as she liked to be addressed by her subjects, and a message was scrawled in goopy black ink over her portrait.

And this was everywhere, mind you. The phantom propaganda was affixed to masonry and stone throughout the featureless plains. The Queen's vile grin was still present, along with the same stern call to repent. Io'lani scurried desperately and frantically, zipping to each of the wrecked locals on her map and urgently hoping to find at least someplace not entirely defunct. The statue of Zios was gone completely, presumably taken as a trophy by the Queen herself.

She slid against a jagged rock in Balloosh, the place least subject to destruction and where she had initially started her quest. To her knowledge, there was a power within the marsh- a strong power. She could feel the sheer electric of protection in her bones, the blazing blue light shimmering in her peripherals.

She wept silently, her tears ink-black and resembling the slime of the phantoms. Her tears flowed into her wings, and as she trembled and wept, her voice had a pitiful catching. Any sign of goodwill was absent. What's more, a sheer lack of both guardian spirits, ironically not doing a very good job at guarding or keeping up spirits. There was no point in visiting the place she had wanted to for epochs when it was torn and forgotten. No alphas to save the day, except the elder wolf sitting across from her, giving her a sympathetic glare.

Wait.

As she made touch with the blue-gray canine, she gasped and the emerald glint in her eyes resurfaced. Her thoughts searched for why he was so familiar to her until she caught on. This was Greely, first name unknown, the alpha philosopher with an interest in all things macabre. Except it wasn't quite Greely, for this wolf was bruised and had an ear torn, his golden bejeweled accessories cracked and corroded in ash. He looked older than what Io'lani had seen of him in stories, and less well-kept. He had a husky growl in his voice, reaching out an injured paw towards the skittish heron.

"I was hoping I'd... end up stumbling into you." He groaned.

"Do you know me?" Io'lani replied, her voice just above a whisper.

Greely bared his teeth, before turning his head and looking to the side. "I have... heard such things about you. You're the one who's meant to make this hell disappear. Are you deliberately wasting time here?"

Io'lani frowned as Greely raised his voice to her, the confusion and anxiety settling in her stomach. Greely's gaze pierced right through her and was even more intimidating than she had anticipated. Ultimately, she spoke up, clearing her throat and gripping her trusty map defensively in one wing.

"I don't know what exactly I'm meant to do."

Greely paused.

"Shit."

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