(edit 22/6/21: i put all the rules in 'sacred texts' :) idk if its accessible on mobile rn so keeping this here for now!)
howdy! welcome to my "silly" "little" ask blog <3
just a warning if not SUPER apparent: this blog has REPENTANCE SPOILERS! thank you for your time
(oh, and if you dont like burn scars you May not like Jacob. Just a warning)
quick rules:
-DNI if you rb nsfw/fetish-y Anything, Ever <3 and/or if you hit the normal criteria (racist, homophobic, etc.)
-no M!A's, I don't know How to do that <//3
-item gifts are not allowed, but if you for some reason want a specific item in an item room you could totally just send an ask like "Lol can you put Soy Milk in the next item room?" and ill probably do it
THANK you <3
I’ll replace this once i get the time or the Thought to do so
Anyways, so Jacob got to the item room and guess what's inside!!! Not those... silly choices between god-knows-what and some other probably just as stupid item. NO!!! It's just a FLAMING EGG. egg ON fire. It was the ONLY thing there. And I mean he had nothing to lose. So why not take it.......????
[my friend @chikaoofka broke into my house upon hearing this ask so basically he chose to write/illustrate a funny little crossover ft samael n some of its ocs! everything is under the cut to prevent getting blasted by the content without knowing what is kind of going on]
A leftover whisper, rather from someone saying it in a joking way, threw Samael into a dream. He began wandering around, searching for the voice.
The scent of death hung heavy in the air, with an unfamiliar silhouette looming over the bodies of gapers, almost too tall for this godforsaken basement.
Samael, confusedly yet frantically looking at the dead gapers, readied his weapon almost out of instinct and yelled a meek, “Wh-who are you?” Alerting the meagre man standing opposite him- with him grumbling something like “There’s even more of them?” he started swinging. The fire on his scythe crackled and burned, smoke filling the room once again.
“Uh-Um, I-I’m a reaper- I’m a reaper don’t hurt me! You’ll regret it!” Samael yelled, barely ducking under the flames, the smoke enveloping him like a holy veil. Hearing that, the man lowered his weapon and muttered, “A reaper? Here? You’re joking.” He turned to face Samael, now speaking at a volume Samael can hear, “You. Who are you, squirt? You almost seem too small to be a reaper…And, I wouldn’t breathe that in if I were you.” he started fumbling over to the hunched “reaper”, waving the smoke away from where he assumed Samael was.
Samael, in an attempt to avoid the stranger’s assumed attacks, tried to sidestep but in the process an ember charred his dubiously beloved cloak- not that he noticed. “Wh- I asked who YOU were first..!” He didn’t want to give his own name. He really didn’t. The stranger stood all the way up, towering over the itty-bitty Samael. “Samuel,” he muttered, his face shrouded in smoke; all Samael could see was one cold, dead eye that almost seemed to glitter in the firelight.
“You’ve gotta be fucking with me!” Samael coughed. “Did I stutter…?” “Samuel” seemed to falter, taking a step back. “You’re like, Samael with an ‘e’!” he pointed at this supposed reaper, not noticing the smoke growing thicker despite it obscuring his vision; soon enough the small grey demon was surrounded.
“...I guess you could say that…”
[popping in to say happy near year!!! dont have any silly drawings unfortunately im kindof too busy playing ace attorney . but . happy year regardless.......]
(I know you said the fixation is long dead but! just wanted to toss this in here in case you didn’t see the new patch for rep :] you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want btw)
Jacob, some advice. whatever you do, don’t pick up birthright if you see it. This is a warning. heed it.
JACOB: Nothing's THAT inconsistent in this basement, right? If it did change at all, I'm kinda curious as to what changed...
[just so you guys know im changing it up a bit . pretend esau never hated jacob and thought it was all a game or play pretend.....idk i dont like the pure hatred thing anymore]
