BPD Joe

https://abusedeyeful.straw.page “In my dreams, my love for Miss Acacia is undying Now I've come to win her back, but if not, I'll die trying” He/him, MANIC. I AM MANIC WATCH YOUR STEP

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My name is Jaredine 🌌

He/him 💉 Transmasc, mlm

Mentally ill 💉Joe, Jack and the Cuckoo Clock Heart

Yumeshipper (Not with Joe) 💉 Vietnamese

Jocacia yuri but only if it’s one-sided 💉Genderfluid Lesbian Joe is real to me

Himefujin 💉 Kind of insane but like medically

💉do oshikatsu with me twin

All I talk about is Joe, I glaze Joe, I hate Joe, I love Joe, I’m so insane about Joe that it gets in the way of work.

OTHER SOCIALS

Ab_sedEyf_l (Joseph 🖋️🏴‍☠️) on Twitter

twee.ann (YamiKawaii Joe) on Tiktok

FANDOMS I’M ACTIVE IN

Jack and the Cuckoo Clock Heart

Needy Streamer Overdose

Identity V

DISCLAIMER

I don’t care if you hate Joe, and I mean that in three ways-

If you like my content but don’t like Joe, that’s totally fine! I don’t expect everyone to like a villain.

You don’t need to comment it

If you want to block me, just do it! I’ve run into too many people who just don’t block me when they clearly don’t like what I post

I CANNOT READ MY OWN TONE. NOR CAN I READ YOURS.

DNI

Profic, and yes, that includes lolisho

Any kind of bigoted, I love abortion and trans people andddd gay people and I think LGBT includes the T anddd I love women and people of colour and pronouns and I don’t think aroace people “just need to find the right person”

13 and under are an absolute NO. You can interact with my tiktok, but not here. 14 & 15 are THIN ICE. REAL THIN.

I don’t post straight nsfw, but I don’t post kid-friendly things, either. This blog will also have my art, which might include nudity & sensuality.

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Can you understand? 

dude what arg are you trying to make

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Hello Are you followed And We didn’t know your person? 

Hey man. You steal art and post it on TikTok. Get the fuck away from me.

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ART THIEF IN THE JACK AND THE CUCKOO CLOCK HEART FANDOM

This person has posted other people’s art, including @pluckedcorvus @ztag448 and others on TikTok

This person has liked my, along with other’s tumblr posts before reposting them

This is pluckedcorvus’ tumblr notifications

These are mine, though they did not repost my art

This is their TikTok account

This is them stealing art by ztag and pluckedcorvus

Here are the original posts

Post by @ztag448 · 7 images

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 1 · This is my first ever mini comic. .. hope it’s ok.

Post by @pluckedcorvus · 1 image

💬 0  🔁 2  ❤️ 3 · "The unforgivable sin of falling in love with the one you should hate." · love is definitively the most unpredictable human

This person is clearly a child, but they should still be held accountable

Please block and report

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MY HOSTAGEEEE

Joe as a member of SenketsuAkochan!!!! He’s a cowbell player tehe. This is the censored version! Scroll for uncensored

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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!

censored verson! scroll for uncensored

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JACK AND THE CUCKOO CLOCK HEART DISCORD

Check out the La Mecanique ⊹ ࣪ ˖🕰୭˚. ᵎᵎ🗝 community on Discord - hang out with 15 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

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ONE FULL YEAR OF JOE

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Happy Birthday to me.

I wanted to reflect on my past age, how my prior year was, not within the bounds of the year, but of my birthday.

Trigger warnings- suicide, self harm, obsession, identity

I wanted to kill myself so bad. I actually made it a deal to harm myself at least once every day.

I spent so much time with my favourite person.

I temporarily had a second favourite person, but I no longer consider them as such because it was made clear that they misunderstood me & my intentions

I lost my sobriety streak

I became more obsessed with my favourite person

I started to question my identity before deciding that I wouldn’t change anything, queer & genderqueer is good enough for me

I lost count of my suicide attempts

I became obsessed with mental illness

I began to embrace the “ugly” parts of my brain

I briefly worshipped a video game character

It is now a day before my birthday, and I’m still a mess

Today, January 15th, is my birthday.

I think something we can agree in is that I’m not a healthy person. There is so much more I’m choosing to leave out, things cement this year as the worst one of my life.

But something we have to remember is that we only have to live shitty days once, and never again. Same thing goes for years.

I never, ever have to be that age again. I never have to live that year again.

I know my coping mechanisms are considered taboo or harmful, but I continue to live. As long as I’m the only one being affected, I’m okay with it.

(The blog post linked below is by Nyalra, the creator of Needy Streamer Overload, a game by the mentally ill for the mentally ill)

Self-Harm So I Don’t Kill Myself

Self-Harm So I Don’t Kill Myself

Even if I continue to live my life being berated by a bunch of neurotypical, privileged fuckers, I know that my “deranged” methods kept me alive. It kept me going. Healing is not meant to be beautiful, but some scabs have to turn yellow before they turn into skin.

“My mending made sense to me”

- Glen Martin Taylor

Happy birthday to me.

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Hey, hope I'm not bothering you! I also hope that everything is getting better for you right now!

So, I just found these sketches I made a long while back of what I think Joe's parents could look like.

Thought you would like to give some thoughts on 'em!

I think they’re nice!

Now, for some lore (directed towards any starved Joe fan)

Joe’s father is never mentioned. In the book, his mother does make an appearance, and it is stated that she looks exactly like him, but more withered & with an “elephant’s arse”.

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I’M STILL HERE

I’m just dead rn!!!

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Euheuehuhue- I still appreciate the sentiment, even if i’d prefer you donate that money

I’d love to fill my wardrobe with joe-like clothes…

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I’m glad your meds are working and you have a good therapist. I know things have been difficult for a while but you truly deserve to be happy. you seem to be a very, very sweet person and I’m kinda like a fan of yours. not on a weird way, I just appreciate everything you do. I hope that does not sound bad. I’ve sent you some drawings, one of Joe, but they might take a bit to load, just know it’s me.

ps: I’d answer you on strawpage instead but my response was too long

You’re very sweet. Thank you, Anon. I do appreciate it.

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check your strawpage

Ha… thank you, Anon! I’d love muffins

Also, I’m a-okay, trust me! My meds are really starting to work and my psychologist is an angel. Obviously, I can’t guarantee stability, but if I find myself falling, I’ll rebuild my mental foundation.

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Happy New Years, it’s time to open up before the clock strikes twelve in my area.

Like Joe, I have a favourite person. A person who I’d rather die than lose, a person who I never, ever want to have even one negative opinion about me, a person who, when they don’t immediately respond, makes me want to self-destruct. Even just writing this makes my heart heavy.

I don’t know why every intimate detail of my brain, but I do know that as a child, I was already craving the love of another person. This was most likely in response to my parents & caretakers antagonising me. My father didn’t pay attention to my emotional wellbeing, my mother cared more about academics and the way I physically presented myself, my teachers and caretakers would push their ideas of humanity (I live in a very conservative area), all while I escaped to the internet in hopes of validation.

When I met my first favourite person, it wasn't very intense. It was the usual homo-erotic friendship in middle school that'll stick for life.

But during that time, my parents began to push harder. My mother became more clear about her political views, my dad would half-ass reconnecting, and my peers expected me to appreciate these efforts.

I eventually grew apart from that first friend, who I no longer consider a favourite person.

I fell deeper into the loops of self-harm and addiction, leading up to the questioning of my life and my worth.

Then I met a guy online.

We were normal for a while, though I started growing more possessive, but then I started interacting with his friends, too.

Most of his friends were confident, funny people. Far better than me.

So I started texting him more often, sending videos and drawings, asking to call, trying to initiate conversation every day. He got busier, I got more desperate, he slowed his responses, and I beat myself up over it.

There have been times when I genuinely believed that this person hated me for the most miniscule casualties. And I have hurt myself, both mentally & physically as a result.

This man is a genuine, kind person who has never & would never intentionally hurt me.

But if I'm aware of that, then why do I fall into these cycles? Why do I find myself feeling spiteful?

Because I'm irrational. Because I'm fucked.

And this mindset won’t just end with a new year.

But I’ll fight to change it. If not for me, then for my favourite person.

I’ve already accepted how mental illness will always be a part of my life, and how years of addiction won’t just leave, but I’m okay with that. I’m just happy to be real, and to be human.

Thank you for reading, I, Jaredine, am very grateful that you have all joined me in my little tangents, even if your interaction was as simple as reading the title.

Happy New Year.

December 31st, 2025.

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Another short Joe sketch!