"ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ!"

Most people don't notice Jake. His parents always made sure he studied hard and partied little and he would be hard-pressed to ever say he had a true friend. It was to everyone's surprise when he was caught smoking weed during his final year exams. It should have been ok, but another parent got the cops involved and Jake was expelled. Now he survives by making just enough cash to get by. Jake lives a simple life out of his trailer on the edge of the woods. It was shocking, but not wholly unexpected when he dissapeared, his walking boots, satchel and coat the only missing items from his trailer.

[calmspirited]

hi

been a long time I've been here. a lot has happened. ill detail a bit what has happened in my life under a read more, but for those who don't have time -

tl;dr - lots of personal changes, ups and downs, moving away from dbd in general and dbd rp, may, *may* try fortnite rp, no promises, i'm going to leave my blog and sideblogs and start over with a new blog when i make it

this is super duper long under here. long and rambling and chock full of improper grammar

hello! i guess my departure from here started when the great porn ban hit tumblr. just really didn't vibe with their decision and stepped away for a while. during that time, I realized that it felt really nice not having to worry about rp'ing with everyone (and you all were wonderful!) and that in general, it felt like a job that i wasn't happy doing anymore. i realized dbd rp had become... tiring for me.

it was so long ago - over 2 years ago! I do remember getting a part-time job round that time, so that was another reason why I never really returned. biggest thing was my mother got sick around this time 2 years ago. she never got better and passed away in June of 2020. we really thought she just had a cold she couldn't get over and bad arthritis pains, but suddenly her health absolutely tanked and just 2 weeks after going into the hospital for the first time, she was gone. turned out, she had had insidious caner for years and never knew it, but even besides that, all of her health issues had suddenly magnified tenfold and it was too much.

my mother was a very important figure in my life, and her death was very unexpected and sudden and traumatizing. I remember being scared and anxious to go into "her" parts of our home for months. back then, I had briefly thought about coming back here - I was giving tumblr another chance - but when she got sick that got thrown out the window. i really didn't think about tumblr for months after her untimely death.

but her death led to the start of a lot of changes. she had been needing some home care for several years that I had done myself, and suddenly I found myself with a lot of free time and new opportunities. i signed up for full-time community college, and at the end of this year I hope to have an Associates in Business Administration, along with several management, accounting, and bookkeeping certificates. I got my first car in August of last year, and that has led me to get 2 part-time jobs and be semi-financially independent! that has always been a big goal of mine. im super glad to have these jobss since my eldest sister, who i live with and who supports me financially, had some serious heath issues of her own this past christmas and was out of work for almost a month, and i had to help with the bills.

since may of last year, i slowly started developing health issues. im not going to get too personal, but ive developed hormone, painful skin and auto-immune issues that has made me feel not too hot these past few months. im just starting to see the light at the end of that tunnel, and i'm looking to begin working with a specialist who can help me identify what is triggering my issues (it seems to be centered around food-they're thinking I have some sort of broad food sensitivity). its a slow process, but im beginning to have times where i feel... good. great, even. it's the start of a long journey for me.

While I still play DBD on occasion, i no longer support the game as much as I used to. ever since the pinhead nft debacle, ive lost all faith in the higher ups of BHVR and have come to realized just how scuffed and uncared for the game is. For the first few years, while the game was bad, you could tell while they were confused, they had the spirit and passion to at least try and make the game good. over time, it's clear they don't intend on strengthing the game to its full potential and are using it to make money.

(dont get me wrong, i love the aestheics and visual aspect of dbd - its the higher ups that have made it this way)

the pinhead nft episode was really it for me in concerns of loving dbd. i no longer support the game financially and can't really love a game whose developers blatantly mislead people and do not disclose the info that the purchases of one of their character will fund nfts until it is just too late to ask for a refund. trust me, that was on purpose. that was super scummy and really speaks volumnes about their goals. the only people i blame for that is the people up high enough to make these decisions, because i know several art designers at BHVR who worked on pinhead were shocked and dissapointed that their work was used for nfts.

I actually couldn't play dbd after they did a big graphical update sometime in late 2019 on my laptop, and i ended up trying out a few other games with a couple of friends. I somehow ended up getting into Fortnite summer of 2020. this also relates a bit to my mothers death, due to the fact that when she died, i had more free time at home to play games with others. I started playing loosely in Chapter 2, Season 3, and really remember being hooked by the end of the season into Season 4. While it was a silly, cartoon style battle royale game, I just ended up really vibing with it.

I've met a lot of new friends in fortnite, and have honestly had a lot more fun with Fortnite than I had with DBD. I finally got myself a real beefy PC this past December and have only played DBD a handful of times on my own. took me a long time to re-install it, too. say what you want about fortnite and it's average 12 year old playerbase (there are SO many of them its unreal) - theres real passion and good quality lore and events behind it the game's surface. it drew me in.

fast foward to now. I've started hanging around tumblr more these last few weeks and months and have thought about coming back... just not to dbd. dbd is not "it" for me anymore. it has lost its appeal, its fun, its passion. i have seriously considered picking up fortnite rp - if there is an actual serious fortnite rp community lol, haven't looked (is there even actual rp going on in tumblr anymore?). either way, if I do start rp'ing again, it will be in fortnite more than likely.

I have not only this blog, but several different rp blogs attached to this account. I'll reblog this post there soon and also the link where I will be making my new blog, wherever and whatever it may be. (note: this text editing is super cool)

I do intend on one day logging out of this account and then eventually never logging back in. That day will be one day, but not today. Before I log out of this completely, I will make a new blog and post the link where I will be. while i may find my old rp stuff semi-cringe, i know people did somehow enjoy my writing and I will NOT be deleting my account. Ever. I hate it when people do that.

I want to thank everyone for supporting me throughout the years, even if we were once friends and no longer are or have not spoken in years. I'm bad with keeping up with people once I drop from a social circle. my life has been a crazy journey these past years and it has all contributed to who I am today, which is someone I'm proud of. a lot of stuff has happened, and it is time I begin anew and wrap up this final part of my life that has been dragging its feet behind me.

if you have taken the time to read this, thank you. truly. to those who have followed me but have never interacted, take this as a hello and a thank you. even if no one interacts with this post, im glad to have gotten it off my chest. its been on my mind for a long time to move on.

I will make a new post when I make a new blog, and share the new link. I will also update my contacts soon (will make a note on the contacts page that it is up-to-date). As for my writing blog, I'm not quite sure what I will do with that. I actually have dreams to become an actual author, but whether I remake it, transfer it to a new site, or leave it altogether, I will announce it here and over there.

if anyone from... here, i guess, wants to get in contact, do not be afraid to message me. just keep in mind after i post the link for my new blog, you will have to message me over there as I will pack up shop completely. I probably will not remember who you are at all, but I do enjoy talking to people. I don't know when I will be making the new blog, but it will probably be within a month or so.

so... once again, thank you. while I was here, I had fun. but now, it is time to smoove on.

~Catch you on the flipside,

Jek

[springwood-slashwhore]

Lisa and Philip from the new archives!!

[calmspirited]

The consumption of the frenchy fry has pleased the primordial beings.

I hope whoever it was is pleased

[calmspirited]

CONSUME

[calmspirited]

now it's my turn to show up in all of your notifications 😳🤲💕 - florida man 🐊

[highdwightofmylife]

drawpile is a godsend and the server y’all made me create is now the reason i’m living i love u

all the fuckin fantastic artists are as follows: @soicanhaveanyusernameiwant @jayshonsgonnagetcha @whatawalrus

with a few more that i’m struggling to remember because i know everyone’s discord handle, not the tumblr, and people kept coming and going so i’m not even sure what’s what anymore whoops if they give me a shout i’ll add them to the list im so sorry i’m an idiot

also me i drew some of the dumb shit (most of the dumb shit)

[dykenea]

everyone talking about how this ship is canon cause theyve got matching cosmetics and that all shit but we all know the TRUE canon ship with matching cosmetics  🙏  🙏 🥰 🤡 🤡 ❤️

[itsdmod]

@vhspxrntcpe

[fierceathlete-a]

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

Concerned // s t i l l  a c c e p t i n g

     “No promises but continue,” she hummed, leaning against the wall as she kept her eyes on him. What could be so big that Jake thought she’d overreact? Meg liked to think that she usually kept a pretty level head. Sure, things got her angry pretty easily but certainly this couldn’t be something that would piss her off, right?

[calmspirited]

Nervousness is not an emotion Jake feels often, but when he finally gets face-to-face with Meg, it sprouts up inside of him like a weed and worms its way into every crevice of his soul and he fights the urge to wring his hands together.

Trying to keep his face as neutral as possible, Jake took a breath before he clenches his fists at his side and speaks:

“I may have accidentally won the lottery.”

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[calmspirited]

💬

“I don’t think I could live alone again.”

Jake doesn’t mean for it to come out like that, but it does. Whenever he seriously thinks about escaping, about going back home to his own world, it starts giving him odd, conflicting feelings. 

He thinks about going back home to his family, but then if it’s been years, perhaps even decades since he’s been gone, they may not even be alive anymore. He thinks about the Plague, about how she’s literally probably from B.C. times, and how, if she were to escape as well, where she would end up, both world and time wise.

By the time Jake gets out, he worries that there may be nothing for him left. And if there’s nothing for him left, why bother going back at all? As the words leave his mouth and echo around him and Dwight, Jake has a hard realization that he would never, ever be able to forget about everything that had happened. He would be so paranoid he would end up looking like Quentin, but without someone to hold himself together for. 

And that’s why he can’t be alone again, as much as he wished for it. It’s why he allows Dwight’s hand to slip in his gloved one. It’s why he’s let these people so close even though if he escapes, it’s unlikely that he’ll ever see them again- Dwight included.

It’s not a good idea, but he can’t help himself. He’s changing, and he’s not sure if he wants himself to change. 

[calmspirited]

💬

“Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!”

No, accidentally transversing into the Spirit World and having all sorts of ghosts and demons and shriveled husks of whatever they used to be surrounding you was not fine!

They were fucked. Jake turned to his only possible hope of being saved and said “I hope you have a plan for this.”

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

[occasionalrpmemes]

RPers, please reblog this if you’re okay with ICONLESS threads!

[calmspirited]

continued from here | xxx @abxndcned

Dwight was a nice guy who tried too hard, in Jake’s valuable opinion. That, and he talked too much when he shouldn’t. The man had escaped the Killer (somehow) unscathed this time, except for a few scrapes and bruises- and glasses broken, a small trickle of blood leaking from his temple where plastic had dug into his skin and cracked under the pressure of whatever Dwight had been hit with.

It was just him, Dwight and a Pig whose snoot had probably been booped way too many times for her to chase anymore if she let Dwight escape.

Jake had pulled out a few bandages and small strips of gauze to give Dwight’s superficial injuries a minor patch job, but even when Jake shushed him gently, twice, the purported leader wouldn’t be quiet.

Like, Jake understood that some people chattered nervously when scared or hurt or frightened, but they usually shut up when you told them to. Dwight apparently didn’t have that ability, and Jake couldn’t focus with Dwight going on and on about something frivolous when he’s out of his comfort zone trying to patch him up.

Once more, he tried to tell Dwight to stop talking, even for a little while, but the man wouldn’t. Reaching the end of his usually infinite temper, Jake turned around to pull a wench he had in his toolbox that he had been toting around and brandished it at Dwight like a sword.

"Dwight, shut the fucking hell up or this wrench is going up your ass." He’s not usually so vulgar, but people have been talking to him non-stop recently and Jake’s still not used to having permanent company, despite how long he’s been here. It’s been grating on his nerves and he’s just about had enough. 

Normally, he would hate seeing Dwight acting pitiful, but honestly? Dwight needs to pull himself together if he wanted to be any sort of leader. Hell, Jake feels that sometime he could’ve been a better leader then Dwight, even with his less than impressive social skills. At least he didn’t start whining when his glasses were broke- the whole wrench?

Jake blinked. Jake fucking blinked because was Dwight just going on again or was he being serious. He found himself considering just yanking Dwight’s pants down and, in fact, shoving the wrench up there if that would mean he’d be quiet... now that he thought about it, it probably would have the opposite effect-

He hoped Dwight didn’t see the flush that crept up his neck and face.

“The wrench and my fist.” God, please don’t starting trying to flirt with me. If Dwight started to try and flirt with him, Jake might actually have an aneurysm.

[calmspirited]

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[calmspirited]

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[calmspirited]

"Were y'born out've a dick? Cause yer always actin' one."

If Jake didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed that Claudette had been teaching Billy how to string horrible puns and coarse language together in her attempts to civilize the chainsaw-wielding beast, but Claudette once gave Nea an earful for saying “God, just choke me with my own arms through my own flappy cunt”.

It was funny to listen to, and Jake felt bad for the punk afterwards.

“Technically, we all are.” He starts out, shrugging his shoulders. He fights the urge to fiddle with his black makeshift face mask- his upper lip was horribly itchy.

“But if you’re assumption is right, then you must’ve been born from a donkey.” Jake smiles and prepares to run without showing it. Was it wroth it? Absolutely.