hellooooo! welcome to the Official The Magic School Jeep blog on tumblr!! for context, you don't need context. :)
this is just a silly little blog we made for a semi-original story we're writing. we r srs in the sense that the story is meaningful-ish but we're also unsrs in the sense that
^^ these are only some of the Riveting snippets from this Professionally Written story by Us
speaking of Us, here's a list of the Evil Masterminds behind this:
asphalt (@twoturtlesinatubetop) - she/he
pastaboy (@februarytodeath) - he/they
cakegirl (@skylarquantity) - she/they
nicocaine (@probablyprobablynot) - she/he
pussyoreos (@realtaunymuahahaha) - they/he
sauceza (@discounttaunywow) - he/him
(it's rlly only asphalt and pastaboy behind this. the others are just here idk . we love them though !! except for sauceza /j
edit: you know I colorcode and proofread the text before i post the chapters right =m= -cakegirl
we ly for that - pastaboy)
things you can expect from us:
nothing
debatably copyright-able content
snippets i guess
art question mark
it all depends on whether pastaboy will actually do his (unpaid) job
important srs PSAs : we are all minors, we are all queer (yippee), we are all esteemed scholars (real not clickbait), we are unfortunately filipino. dni if yu (<- inside joke,, 3/4 the things we say are inside jokes actually), but also dni if you're like . a bad fucky wucky person :3
here's a more srs introduction focusing more on story details!
Dog toy plushies have fundamentally different souls than that of regular plushies. Unlike regular plushies, which are content with just existing (and just go to regular heaven when they get destroyed and don’t mind being resurrected), dog toys seek Valhalla. This is why you don’t need to feel bad when your dog/cat/especially strong bird rips it to shreds, because this was the warriors death they were seeking all their life
[cw: brief description of accident, death, and injuries; experiences that can be likened to dissociation and hallucination]
/— 5: Erasing the Edges —/
As gruesome as it is, Savannah is pulled toward the overturned jeep. They walk to it with bated breath. A few feet away from the crash, officers attempt to get rid of the crowd. She steps right past them and ducks under the caution tape.
The back of the jeep is open, putting them all on display. She could still see hints of the mess under the shrouds.
Reality steadily begins to seep in, like blood staining pure white cloth. Metal cuts through their bodies, still shining. Still sharp.
They shut their eyes and take the rest of it in. The clamor, the heat, the sharp scents of blood and gas. It’s all familiar, but not like the low crackle of a fireplace. It’s more like the ear-piercing booms of fireworks still ringing after they’ve long dissipated. It’s haunting, like war, like tragedy, like death.
Something unlocks in her. She slips back into a dream.
They're falling, faster and faster. There's a chorus of screams, but no faces to connect it to. It's too bright to see anything. Are they staring straight into the sun?
She can't turn to see where they're landing. No—she can't move at all. They've gone limp like a rag doll, limbs fluttering hopelessly above them.
Then it all stops. Her vision cuts to jarring darkness. She hears frantic voices bouncing around, discussing… something. They're unsure what, but they just know they're a part of it. It's as if she's sitting backstage, waiting for her cue.
They want to stay and finally figure out the meaning of all this, but they feel their grip on the vision fading. They wait and wait, and it’s almost time for their entrance, but…
She finds herself back in the jeepney—the magic one, where everyone’s in one piece. Her head hurts, and she still feels a little lost.
Cato’s the first one she notices again. “Is everything alright? You seemed dissociated. You wouldn’t leave the scene of the accident. We had to guide you back here.”
“Yes, I’m alright.” She pauses. “What about you? It must have been horrifying seeing how exactly you…”
His brows furrow. “I’m fine.”
And they fall into silence. Savannah sighs. Cato clearly isn’t alright. Who would be after seeing their own corpse pulled out of a car crash?
Then again, she wasn’t very honest herself. Maybe she can encourage a little more communication.
“Actually, I’m quite shaken up,” they blurt. Cato only slightly turns toward them, but they take this as enough of a sign to continue.
“I’ve been seeing—hearing? No—sensing things.”
Now this has his full attention. “Things only you can sense? Like hallucinations?”
“I wouldn’t call them hallucinations.” She purses her lips. “They’re more like… flashbacks? Like I’ve felt them all before.”
He stays quiet, so she elaborates. “I’ve been having these visions—well, they’re more than just visions, but you know what I mean—I think they’re related to the accident. I get these feelings of falling, and I hear these voices that I know I’ve heard before, but I can’t put names to them.”
Cato’s face is tight with concentration. “Do these come with any other symptoms? Anything you think is related?”
Symptoms? Strange way to put it, but sure. She gives it a good think. “I get headaches. The visions make me dizzy. And I have trouble sleeping.”
“How long has this been going on for?”
“I’m not sure… I’ve had these visions for as long as I remember.”
“Have you had similar experiences in life? Traumatic events?”
“No…”
“You don’t need to get into the specifics.”
“There are no specifics.” They shrug. “I’ve never been in any accidents this severe and… Well. I guess I won’t be in any other ones now.”
He looks away, deep in thought. “Flashbacks, but not connected to any actual events…”
“Well, they feel real. Like I’m connected to them somehow.”
“Are you taking anything?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I mean medication. Drugs. Of any kind.”
“No?” She doesn’t like where this is going.
“I won’t judge.”
“I really don’t take any medication.”
"Well, what about—”
“You know you don’t have to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Hide.” She bites on the inside of her cheek. “I came here looking for a conversation. Not a doctor’s appointment.”
“Oh.” He’s silent for a bit. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay!”
Cato looks at her weirdly. “There’s something wrong with me. How is that okay?”
“Well, I think there’s something a little wrong inside all of us.” Savannah’s eyes drift around the jeep.
Cato does not stop looking at her weirdly. “That’s not exactly comforting.”
“No, it isn’t, but you know what is?”
“What?”
“It means you’re not alone.” They lean over a little to bump shoulders with him. “There are people you can talk to. They’ll understand. Or listen at the very least.”
He breaks eye contact to contemplate this.
“You don’t have to share right now if that’s uncomfy. We all just saw a lot of it, anyway,” she adds. “My point is that we have all the time in the world.”
This is great. Savannah is going to get a good grade in friendship: something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve. Cato will be so befriended by the end of this.
Finally, he turns back to them. “Fine.”
A smile breaks out on her face. This is going so great.
“But for the record, if you need anyone to talk to about your episodes—”
“Visions.”
He sighs. “Visions… I’m here to listen.”
Savannah’s shoes happily tap away on the metal floor. “Thank you.”
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what the fuck skye this is so fucked up skye skye how could you do this to me skye i have a reputation The People cant know about the faggots yet skye they cant know that i write, draw, and breathe faggotry skye its a state secret youve just leaked a state secret how could u do this just bc we vandalized ur ipad skye? is this the thanks we get? after i started ur monoply go game for you? wowwww betrayal of the highest order. go to superhell.
skye no skye we Trusted you with the madface muppet yaoi i literally said the world will never be ready for madface what the hell skye you just unleashed a plague onto the planet
ok this piece is like severely lacking an explanation so! info under the cut :3
this jane is mostly based on ashlyn maddox's (mcc*rter theatre's...) jane!! my fav jane ever tbh
she's revived as savannah dean (she/they)
(penny lamb is separate from savannah! maybe she's her past life, maybe she isn't, it's not really that important i think)
savannah (or ann, if savannah is too much of a mouthful) doesn't remember the events of rtc
but! she does get flashbacks of it at times,, familiar warehouses, names that are just on the tip of her tongue, that feeling of floating and falling....
savannah ends up dying in a road accident,,,
but! they get into another one of those revival games and that's when they start putting the pieces together
that's kind of what i wanted to portray in the art :3 in the story, the characters visit the scene of the accident, and the chaos is enough to recall a bit of the cyclone (does that count as a spoiler?? we haven't gotten to writing that part oops)
savannah's creation process was aided (carried really) by sam @thear0acespace!!! we + our other friends have a whole story planned for her,, being made slowly but surely,,, (yes this is a shameless promo go check out @beepbeepbeepjeep)
sam has his own art for today's prompt too GO CHECK IT OUT!!!!! it's a lot sillier bc savannah is silly :3
also plsplspls join jane doe week i think it's very cool
