Professor. Traveler. Genius

INDIE EXTREMELY DIVERGENT WRITING BLOG FOR "Professor Shelly Oberon" as his own character from JUMANJI: WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE. {{READ ABOUT AND RULES BEFORE INTERACTING}} || mutuals only || under co.

[curvygeniius]

i would DIE for him.

[curvygeniius]

// real talk though Jumanji would make such a fucking cool D&D series???? because like

you can have like classic jungle Jumanji, or like, the newer era Jumanji, or just JUMANJI BUT IT’S IN  S P A C E   AND LEADS YOU TO A BLACK HOLE

idk maybe its just me but there’s already theoretical classes in PLACE with new classes that could be made

like a “JEWEL CURSED” class which would be kinda like how Russel is in WTTJ with the ability to control animals but it causes them to be a wild card and lean towards chaotic evil or something so picking that class can have perks but a lot of risks from the greed of the source of the class.

idk im big stupid and need to shut up about jumanji even tho i just got back here

[curvygeniius]

// i hope the new movie brings back what little of the fandom/rpc there was for the new movies or just the JUMANJI UNIVERSE in general bc it does span like, from the book, to the original movie, to ZUTHURA 

YEAH ZUTHURA IS A CANNON SEQUEL TO JUMANJI the original author wrote that book as well! so its like. you have OPTIONS for either cannon or OC stuff i just. idk.

i genuinely enjoy the concept of jumanji and the universe its set in most of the time and despite the faults of the writing its still fun

ANYWAY LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER.

[curvygeniius]

Jumanji: the Video Game approaches…..

and master HAS GIVEN SHELLY A  GUN

[curvygeniius]

update: gun obtained.

[curvygeniius]

so i just bought jumanji the video game and i literally just want to shoot people with shelly oberon GUN EDITION.

[curvygeniius]

bethany is a horse.

the new trailer for jumanji dropped and bethany is a fucking horse. she was dropped. into the body of a horse.

i cant do this anymore, i cannot emotionally bare this, im going to come back here. soon. out of sheer SPITE.

i dont even WRITE BETHANY I JUST WRITE SHELLY BUT IM STILL COMING BACK OUT OF SHEER SPITE.

[curvygeniius]

"I have lots of food and tea and supplies in my backpack! i'm ready for adventuring with you!" ( from alice! ADVENTURE FRIEEEEENDS! )

“ well, i hope it’s granola bars and trail mix -- because Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie - or any mountain doesn’t leave much flat area to picnic once you start really getting up there. but there’s bit of hiking ahead of us before we reach slopes that bad. ”

[curvygeniius]

Jumanji: the Video Game approaches.....

and master HAS GIVEN SHELLY A  GUN

[curvygeniius]

reposting for @multaei contin from X

A HEAVY  sigh leaves him, and a hard swallow echoes inside his throat, leaning forward heavily as he stares at the shadows along the fabric wall of the tent. this was not a subject he entirely enjoyed -- but necessary, he knew. they’d had close scrapes plenty of times before.

shelly, his map to his nose not looking where he was going, jabbering too excitedly about the geological formations of the area alongside ancient stone pieces, not seeing a deep hole and nearly breaking his neck -- luckily just a dislocated shoulder, which russel had popped back into place.

russel, thinking he could take a beast alone rushing in from the right instead of waiting for a tranq-dart signal, getting slashed upon arm and chest -- not tended by shelly, as a needed map does not make a good bandage when a nurse stands back at the camp.

HE DOESN’T  make eye contact for a long minute, thinking about these memories among others, hands clasped between his knees in such deep thought. finally, he shifts, looking to him while teeth gently press into his lower lip, brows knit up behind his glasses.

“ then we look out for each other, ”  he states softly, reach to place a scraped and calloused hand onto the man’s shoulder, offering a wary smile. “ like we always do. like the whole team does.  Jumanji sucks,  Russ, i know, but it’s just a jungle, like every other jungle we’ve been to. ”

[horrauer-blog]

“  Shelly  ,   do   you   ever   wonder  …   what   would   happen   if   something   went   W R O N G   during   wrong   during   an   expedition  ,   if   one   of   us    lost   the   other  ?  ”   A   morbid   inquiry   he   knows  ,   quiet   amongst   the   sounds   of   jungle   at   night  .   It’s   a   discussion   they   must   have  ,   a   what  -  if   weighing   heavy   on   his   mind   only   eased   by   the   conversation   at   hand  ,   &&.   a   plan  of   some   sort   they   need   to   set   in   motion  .   “  I   don’t   want   to   loose   you  ,   I   don’t   intend   to  ,   but   it’s   the   jungle   and   I  —  we   just   aren’t   prepared   for   something   like   that  .  ”  

@curvygeniius / pre - jumanji babies / Russel

[curvygeniius]

A HEAVY  sigh leaves him, and a hard swallow echoes inside his throat, leaning forward heavily as he stares at the shadows along the fabric wall of the tent. this was not a subject he entirely enjoyed -- but necessary, he knew. they’d had close scrapes plenty of times before. 

shelly, his map to his nose not looking where he was going, jabbering too excitedly about the geological formations of the area alongside ancient stone pieces, not seeing a deep hole and nearly breaking his neck -- luckily just a dislocated shoulder, which russel had popped back into place.

russel, thinking he could take a beast alone rushing in from the right instead of waiting for a tranq-dart signal, getting slashed upon arm and chest -- not tended by shelly, as a needed map does not make a good bandage when a nurse stands back at the camp.

HE DOESN’T  make eye contact for a long minute, thinking about these memories among others, hands clasped between his knees in such deep thought. finally, he shifts, looking to him while teeth gently press into his lower lip, brows knit up behind his glasses.

“ then we look out for each other, ”  he states softly, reach to place a scraped and calloused hand onto the man’s shoulder, offering a wary smile.  “ like we always do. like the whole team does.  Jumanji sucks,  Russ, i know, but it’s just a jungle, like every other jungle we’ve been to. ”

[curvygeniius]

like for a starter.

[curvygeniius]

[- @horrauer -]

“ you  SERIOUSLY  think i’m navigating you through his hell ???  i’d rather go back to the hippo. … okay that’s a LIE, i would cry, i’m gonna be honest. but also i still think you’re a dick, so. ”

[horrauer-blog]

“  You   have   no   choice  .  ” A   blunt   answer   accompanies   a   raised   pistol  ,   barrel   staring   down   the   cartographer’s   bespeckled   face   .   He’d   rather   not   fire   it  ,   there   is   more   use   found   in   Oberon   alive   than   dead   ,   but   intimidation   can   certainly   be   a   persuasive   tool  .   There   is   a   smirk  ,   found   in   the   raised   forner   of   Van  Pelt’s   mouth  —   he   has   the   doctor   cornered   (  this   they   both   know  )  .

“  I   am   not   without   mercy  ,   doctor  .   I   am   a   fair   man  .  ” This   he   believes   in   it’s   entirety  .   Fair   is   fair  ,   finders   keepers   (   and   thieves   must   be   punished  )  ,   a   trade   for   a   trade  .   “   You   will   assist   me  ,   and   I   will   PROTECT   you  .  ”   

[curvygeniius]

“ you know what?  that’s fair -- that’s totally fair! ”  he confirms this with a vigorous nod of the head. even if he didn’t want to AID this endevour of  DESTRUCTION  and  UNJUST RULE  of the jungle -- but he knew he was of better use alive. dying now would break away windows of  escape  later. it’s not use giving his live for his close friends if it wouldn’t currently help the big picture.

HANDS ARE  raised in defense and surrender, reaching to slowly grab the map and, pushing dirtied lenses up his nose, he begins to scan over it, glancing away to seek landmarks.  “ are we looking for pathway or suitable camp positions? i can guide you on the road, but it’ll be clumsy. this map is only  half finished,  which is why i’m here. ”  he takes the moment to explain as fingers run over paper, biting his lip lightly. maybe even less than half finished...

“ if you give me a day and some higher ground i can attempt to chart ahead -- at least a small bit. stumbling through this jungle blind is a gamble for all our lives. ”

[curvygeniius]

“ have  YOU  seen what the stomach lining of a hippo looks like? no?  okay then. ”

[curvygeniius]

Navigate me through this jungle n I'll suck ur dick

“ ... i’m slightly listening. ”

[curvygeniius]

[- @horrauer -]

“ you  SERIOUSLY  think i’m navigating you through his hell ???  i’d rather go back to the hippo. ... okay that’s a LIE, i would cry, i’m gonna be honest. but also i still think you’re a dick, so. ”

[curvygeniius]

OK SO FUCKING STORY TIME

i went to dollar general bc i had to check up on hiring process things

and then i went to family dollar ON A WHIM bc why not and i wanted to check if they were hiring too just in case

and i had to cut through the toy isle to get to the register after looking around for a second and i found this:

IT WAS IN A RANDOM PLACE at the TOP OF THE SHELF in front of an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT GAME just ON DISPLAY

and i went around the isle and looked around and there was no open spots on any shelves where this game could have been stocked. it was just THERE. i looked over the entire damn isle. this fucking thing was just there.

so naturally i fucking grabbed it and i was looking it over standing in line and it gets spookier

you see i plan on visiting a friend in december and we’re gonna go see jumanji the next level together and stuff

and despite having ALL the color slots/paths THIS GAME IS MADE FOR ONLY TWO PLAYERS.

JUMANJI KNOWS.

[curvygeniius]

“ you know – you start to realize you’re not getting paid enough when they don’t even up your check after you get nearly eaten alive by a hippo. ”