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hhoneycloves · 14 days
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This contrast in color makes it clear that what he wears is Not His. [please don't tag as ship]
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hhoneycloves · 15 days
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I want to see you smile, but // know that means I'll have to leave
Jashwriting Soul doodle because I can't not be obsessed w/ him
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hhoneycloves · 25 days
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jashwriting themed alcohol marker warmup for this morning [with sharpie and pen ofc]
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hhoneycloves · 5 days
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Call him the Heart
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hhoneycloves · 1 month
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ha ha ha ha..
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hhoneycloves · 11 days
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not sure why I havent posted this one yet;; this is from [as is evidenced by the timestamp] A Week Ago when this RP was just barely off of its feet.
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hhoneycloves · 13 days
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IT WOULD BE SO EASY. [intrusive thoughts from Mind]
Alongside the headaches are the thoughts that make his head ache.
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hhoneycloves · 13 days
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FAILURE. [negative thoughts from Mind]
The reminders of his mistakes are often accompanied and exacerbated by headaches.
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hhoneycloves · 1 month
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JASHWRITING CHAPTER -1
I'm a little [13 minutes] late, but here it is!! The first [negative first] installment of my delicious fiction :3
If enough people yap at me for part 2 [part 1??] I'll post it today [or tomorrow]
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hhoneycloves · 1 month
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drafting out their house rn
This is how I've always imagined it. It's a strange design for a house. Rather small, yet accomodates three. One story with a basement and an attic. 3 bedroom, 2 bath, small kitchen, living room with a skylight. Wooden front porch. May extend it to a whole front deck.
It's a bit of an amalgamation of all the houses I've ever spent time Living in. My house. My other grandma's house. My dad's old house. My mom's old house. My neighbors' houses. Silas's house. All bundled into a strange, nostalgic place. Somewhere it would be Comfortable to be.
I'll either build this house in Minecraft or try to draw each of the rooms. Whichever comes first.
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hhoneycloves · 1 month
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you should infod- ahem EXPOSIT about your writing.
OH DONT GET ME STARTED
So basically I had an AU idea towards the beginning of this delicious month of March. As a precursor, I personally subscribe to the idea that Soul's reactions to stress are "mental breakdown" and "kill them all and let god [harmonia] sort out the rest"
in this particular AU that im writing, [and i havent quite decided if the events take place Before or After RoE but I'm kinda leaning towards After with a subtle rewrite of events,] Soul picks the Mysterious Third Option of Disappear And Never Return.
Not without leaving behind a bunch of silly clues [on accident] and being scary and seeding doubt between the other two though :3
I will not spoil any of Soul's motives or methods or thoughts or Anything, but basically he leaves behind nothing [surface level or obvious] except for a note from his personal diary with a Strange Truth that the others have to figure out the meaning behind.
Oh and they also have to Not Kill Each Other.
They definitely still fight. They TOTALLY still fight. But now they both have the added factors of "I think I care about Soul more than the other one does" and "I can say basically wtv about Soul because he's not here to hear me use him as leverage in an argument" and it gets Very Tense between them for a while.
I honestly have not finished drafting the entire plot yet. Which is something I usually never have to do. Because. I'm. Not a writer. This fic is the first thing I'm ACTUALLY WRITING in maybe 5 or 6 years. Pen to paper. [...keys to google doc.] Instead of it just being some strange amorphous timeline in my head like the rest of my stories.
Anyways I think I've said more than enough. Maybe too much. Maybe I spoiled something. Who knows. Enjoy this synopsis :3
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hhoneycloves · 17 days
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y'all will hate when i start Heartposting but it's deranged and mentally ill late-Jashwriting Heart
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hhoneycloves · 1 month
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what SUCKS about this chapter rn is that i have the LEAST attachment to Heart yet i have to write his pov even though the character i WANT to be writing from the pov of is RIGHT THERE RRRGGHHHH
but i cant write his pov. his thoughts are not for the reader. it would ruin Everything if his thoughts were for the reader. especially with the [almost intentional at this point] occlusion of THIS MUCH CONTEXT. so we're seeing this scene through Heart's blurry, dark eyes.
GAH. BUT THEY'RE INTERACTING. AT LEAST THEY'RE HERE. WE WILL NEVER SEE THIS AGAIN [for at least an extended period of time]
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hhoneycloves · 8 days
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Y'know. I'm writing late-Jashwriting Heart just for the fuck of it rn. and. I hate him? affectionately ofc but Every time I've written him so far it's with JWr Soul in the scene this time is no different
being in the mindset of both of them at the same time, from the Soul side it's just complete disgust. and thus, i feel that Disgust so strongly. it's so "omg ew ew ew ew e w ew ewwww why are you writing this its GROSS." and then the JWr Heart in the back of my head is like "ehehehehe.... Soul.."
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hhoneycloves · 1 month
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OHHH TUMBLRRRRRR
i finished jashwriting negative one ✨️✨️✨️
HERE IT IS❗️❗️
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hhoneycloves · 1 month
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The Journal
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If either of the other two were to touch it, let alone leaf through its contents, they'd be dead. If Soul didn't kill them [or didn't find out], they'd never feel safe around him again.
This book documents the Horrors of Soul's thoughts. Yes, he writes good things on good days, but he also vents all of his pent up and hidden emotions here. The things he has to keep packed down in order to Appear Functional. This book is unfiltered. This book is a raw scream into an unfeeling void. This book is not for the eyes of anyone but himself.
And yet, he left a page behind.
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