Jay's Severland

Beidh mé ag scrios tú .

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When you have a snow day, let @whitelnut test her new makeup on you.

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selfie-wednesday bitches 

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Chase <3

I’m gonna send as many as I can. @demonicpeterpan

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Jay lounged by a small creek just on the outskirts of Cannibal Cove, absentmindedly peeling the skin from the carcass of some poor creature she had killed out of a moment of boredom. How dull Severland could be when Pan was off fraternizing with impudent wretches that co-inhabited the island. Jay gave a decisive twist of her knife, effectively separating the animal from its skin and tossed it to the dirt floor. The slightest shift in the wind and the faintest scent of someone- a human- tickled Jay’s nose, and she had to fight off a smile that threatened to show her amusement at the poor soul who had wandered into her corner. “Come out, come out, little friend.” She called loftily, tilting her blood soaked knife to her lips, and Jay swiped her tongue out against the blade.

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Great. Apollo had to appear out behind the oak barks. But this time he wasn’t actually stalking charming chicks. He was contentedly scraping trees, curving unnecessary strange marks in boredom. Basically vandalizing areas he’s passing by. Just a second thought he might encounter menacing animals, aside from his sister.. he made a long wood spear out from scratch, and carried it all the way to Cannibal Cove.

After an aimless walk, he heard an alluring invite just somewhere, and he had to check it out to feed his curiosity. Well. Honestly, to find the face behind the voice. Apollo spotted Jay, doing her thing, very nauseating.. but he showed himself and sat beside her. “What..are you ..doing..” Apollo narrowed his gaze to the carcass, trying to ease his disgust by the putrid smell. “I believe you might want someone to play with? Than..that .” He muttered tapping the dead flesh by his spear.

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Jay spotted the boy whose name was as insignificant as the skinned creature in her lap, as he came through the brush to sit next to her. Jay could smell the salt from his sweat and the faint smell of tree wood, but nothing akin to fear. Jay smirked, sensing a new type of fun with this one. As swift as the river, Jay rounded around the boy, pressing a knee into his back and wrenching his head back by his hair, the tip of her knife tracing teasingly along his throbbing pulse. “Are you offering? I’m sure I can find something that would make you pleasurable.” Jay nipped the boy’s earlobe, and pressed her blade ever so slightly against the boy’s throat, drawing the smallest bead of blood. 

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A grin unfurled itself across Jay’s cheeks like a Cheshire cat. Jay pranced past Pan to enter the dark mouth of her favorite place, winking at him as she went by. “Let’s see how our toys have held up, shall we?” She tapped a single finger against Pan’s lips before turning her back completely, allowing the ominous dark of Skull Rock envelope her while she buzzed with excitement and bloodlust.

Pan couldn’t keep his eyes off Jay whenever she turned mockingly flirtatious.  It was all so inviting, yet at the same time foreboding.  There were very few who could twist Pan’s emotions and elude his understanding, but anyone that could was a gem.  Even poisonous ones like Jay.

Together they prowled excitedly into their lair.  A foul place of which no one on the island could get to.  Before he got down to business and showed Jay his inventions, he couldn’t help but fondly reminisce on the blood curdling screams caused in the room the now occupied called The Marrows.  “Didn’t you castrate Baelfire in here?” Pan asked cheerfully while his eyes affectionately surveyed the torture site full of dried blood, rusted shackles, bones and shattered weaponry.  

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Jay felt as though she could not blink, as she was so overwhelmed by the nostalgia before her. Bits of bone embedded with shards of metal cluttered the damp corners of the cave; dried blood turned the rocks black under the crackling flames of Pan’s torch. Jay felt the ghosts of every emotion that their victims had felt whilst under their care flood through her veins, invigorating her with a pleasure she almost could not contain. Her attention was pulled back to Pan, who was pacing around a particular stain. “Yes, but it wasn’t here,” Jay crossed over to the particular bloodstain over which her pre-pubescent comrade stood, and crouched down. Slowly, Jay ran her tongue out over the stain, tasting the earth of the cave floor and the slight metallic tang that had seeped into the ground, despite the blood having dried ages ago. Jay practically moaned as she rose back to her feet and turned to face Pan, smacking her lips with a small pop. “That blood in particular belonged to that one human girl... Syphilis? No, that’s not it,” Jay shook her head and furrowed her brow, only for the memory of the girl to hit her. “Amethyst!”

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What characters would you like to see next in Severland?

“Dead ones.”

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“Does that include you then? Good, I always thought you looked better decaying than you do breathing.”

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Jay lounged by a small creek just on the outskirts of Cannibal Cove, absentmindedly peeling the skin from the carcass of some poor creature she had killed out of a moment of boredom. How dull Severland could be when Pan was off fraternizing with impudent wretches that co-inhabited the island. Jay gave a decisive twist of her knife, effectively separating the animal from its skin and tossed it to the dirt floor. The slightest shift in the wind and the faintest scent of someone- a human- tickled Jay’s nose, and she had to fight off a smile that threatened to show her amusement at the poor soul who had wandered into her corner. “Come out, come out, little friend.” She called loftily, tilting her blood soaked knife to her lips, and Jay swiped her tongue out against the blade.

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Jay idled what it would be like to set Pan on fire as the boy wrapped his arm around her waist and hoisted her into the sky. Whether he sensed her malice, or simply knew better than to assist her, Pan released Jay with her own magic to fly, and Jay pushed the ideas of torture back in her mind for another day. She lavished the sight of Severland below her, from the glittering pools that housed delectable mermaids, to the suffocating abyss of the forests. Upon their arrival, Jay noted with nostalgia that Pan had returned her to Skull Rock. Delightful memories of the screams of victims and the taste of their blood on her lips flooded Jay and she could not keep her icy demeanor from cracking with a small smirk. Pan loped casually around the mouth of the cave and Jay was pulled from her reverie as his prompt reached her ears. “You call those weapons?” Jay simpered, her eyes glinting. “I call those toys. Although, toys are quite fitting for a boy.” Jay approached the entrance to the cave and grabbed Pan by his hair to yank him down to eye-level. “You should remember, Pan, that I my preferred ‘weapon’ are my own hands.” She hissed, tightening her already painful grip on the quim’s head. “Perhaps I should remind you, since your brain has proved its own incapabilities.”

Pan suddenly felt a painful yank on his scalp.  One moment he was preparing to enter the cave of torturous wonders, and the next his gaze was forced to look into the unnerving void of Jay’s eyes.  The other island’s inhabitants probably would have wet themselves by such an abrasive gesture, but Pan found it quite ordinary for Jay.  

To humor her, Pan winced slightly as her talons grazed his scalp.  “Yes, I’m becoming more aware of that fact every second,” he sarcastically responded when she mentioned her hands were her favorite weapon.  Using his magic, he slithered out of her grasp like a wisp of smoke and reappeared a few feet away, his hair perfectly tidy and untouched once more.  

“I don’t think I specified said nature of the three lethals I mentioned,” smirked Pan, once again returning to his backward stride into the shadowy mouth of the cave.  Then to further his invitation he gave her the tiniest genuine smile to show that he was thoroughly enjoying her company.  He nodded his head at the cave to urge her to follow him back into their favorite place to play.  

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A grin unfurled itself across Jay’s cheeks like a Cheshire cat. Jay pranced past Pan to enter the dark mouth of her favorite place, winking at him as she went by. “Let’s see how our toys have held up, shall we?” She tapped a single finger against Pan’s lips before turning her back completely, allowing the ominous dark of Skull Rock envelope her while she buzzed with excitement and bloodlust. 

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Jay breezed by her cohort in sadism after thunking him promptly on the forehead. “Oh Pan,” She simpered, “I thought you knew better than to ask me inane questions. Have you forgotten who I am?” Jay reached a hand out and fingered a lock of the boy’s hair that had fallen below his ear. “Well, what are you waiting for? Me to swoon in excitement?” Jay snapped, harshly linking her arm through Pan’s. “To Skull Rock we go, you asinine dog!”

Pan was rejuvenated to have Jay back by his side.  A flood of memories poured into his mind as he lifted his partner in crime into the sky away from the island.  Back then, Severland had been so much more populated, and severely more brutal.  It seemed there was a good reason to kill someone at every turn, or at least send them to The Marrows.  He deeply missed the bloodbaths and massacres, hoping that with Jay by his side those days would be reborn.

When they reached Skull Rock, Pan set Jay down on her feet. It seemed a little absurd for him to be carrying her so he flicked a bit of magic that would allow her to fly on her own.  “Flames, blades, or poisons?” Pan asked Jay’s preference as he agilely walked backward toward the dark mouth of the cave.  

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Jay idled what it would be like to set Pan on fire as the boy wrapped his arm around her waist and hoisted her into the sky. Whether he sensed her malice, or simply knew better than to assist her, Pan released Jay with her own magic to fly, and Jay pushed the ideas of torture back in her mind for another day. She lavished the sight of Severland below her, from the glittering pools that housed delectable mermaids, to the suffocating abyss of the forests.  Upon their arrival, Jay noted with nostalgia that Pan had returned her to Skull Rock. Delightful memories of the screams of victims and the taste of their blood on her lips flooded Jay and she could not keep her icy demeanor from cracking with a small smirk. Pan loped casually around the mouth of the cave and Jay was pulled from her reverie as his prompt reached her ears. “You call those weapons?” Jay simpered, her eyes glinting. “I call those toys. Although, toys are quite fitting for a boy.” Jay approached the entrance to the cave and grabbed Pan by his hair to yank him down to eye-level. “You should remember, Pan, that I my preferred ‘weapon’ are my own hands.” She hissed, tightening her already painful grip on the quim’s head. “Perhaps I should remind you, since your brain has proved its own incapabilities.” 

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Jay Vanderelst observed the struggling voyeuristic demon from the side, contempt and amusement twisting her features. “You know, Pan,” the girl called, her voice raining like ice chips as she emerged from the cover of trees, “I don’t think lace is your proper aesthetic. Perhaps you should try leather, or something made from human skin. Victoria’s Secret doesn’t suit your wannabe daddy-dom ways.”

Pan felt a small chill creep down his spine when he heard the voice. Jay’s voice often had this effect when it slithered out of her blade of a mouth.  Pan quickly ripped the ridiculous lingerie off himself and faced her.  “It’s about damn time you got here!” he impatiently shot at her.  Then his tone turned slightly soft. “It’s no fun to stab and mutilate the inhabitants by myself.”  In Jay’s absence, Pan took to inventing new weapons and torture devices down at Skull Rock, hoping that he and Jay could launch an assault on the island and get some heads rolling.  He excitedly flitted towards her, teeth bared in a wicked grin, eyes murderously blazing.  “To Skull Rock?” It was an invitation, but also a knowing exchange that it was time to get down to business.  

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Jay breezed by her cohort in sadism after thunking him promptly on the forehead. “Oh Pan,” She simpered, “I thought you knew better than to ask me inane questions. Have you forgotten who I am?” Jay reached a hand out and fingered a lock of the boy’s hair that had fallen below his ear. “Well, what are you waiting for? Me to swoon in excitement?” Jay snapped, harshly linking her arm through Pan’s. “To Skull Rock we go, you asinine dog!” 

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Today was exceptionally horrid in Severland.  Mainly because Pan couldn’t see.  An avalanche of panties and bras with hearts stamped all over them had built themselves into a small mountain on top of him the moment he stepped foot out of Hangman’s tree.  “Blast these confounded, anons!” his muffled roar tried to escape through the pile.  For a moment, he struggled around, trying to unearth himself, but with an aggravated sigh he resorted to blasting the lingerie away with a powerful surge of his powers.  “You know, Valentine’s Day doesn’t give you bitches an extra excuse to be in heat!” he furiously snapped at the little gray anons that giggled and flew away.  A pair of panties was still hanging off his ear and bra was on his head.  He went to remove them, but noticed someone standing nearby, staring at his predicament.

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Jay Vanderelst observed the struggling voyeuristic demon from the side, contempt and amusement twisting her features. “You know, Pan,” the girl called, her voice raining like ice chips as she emerged from the cover of trees, “I don’t think lace is your proper aesthetic. Perhaps you should try leather, or something made from human skin. Victoria’s Secret doesn’t suit your wannabe daddy-dom ways.”