jse-writing-community

The official tumblr blog for the JSE Writing Community discord server. Funny quotes, server updates, and reblogs of members' works will be featured here. Everyone is welcome! Icon by @abouttobesilenced Link is here:  https://discord.gg/akDWjWk

[jse-writing-community]

Hey! If it’s not too much trouble, could I get an invite to the server? The one in the desc. Doesn’t work! Thanks so much, have a good day!

Here you are! https://discord.gg/j7b4DYv

[jse-writing-community]

Yet another instance of the amazing conversations we intellectuals in the JWC have

[jse-writing-community]

And here we have a very fucking confused Quinn who knows this is about Homestuck but is too dead inside to care.

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Why is the server like this. In my god damn general chat as well. You all are fucking heathens I love you so much.

[cutewarmachine]

T̢́̕w̧i͞ś̵t́e̶̴̡d͜ D́̕͝ís͢͟n̴͘è̛ý̵͠

The gentle snow drifts outside their castle were calling Marvin’s name, he had always loved the snow, but for this time it was different, vastly so. He was in a white gown, long and beautiful, only the best furs for Marvin as Anti had said. As his dedicated servants dressed him he felt the magic in the gown wash over him, it was a little secret really, the magic was Anti’s, it left him feeling warm and made his heart beat faster in his chest.

 Anti told him to meet him in the central courtyard, the one with the large tree he loved, he hadn’t the slightest idea for why, but as he slowly put on his delicate silver choker that was so woven to look as if it was lace holding the emeralds against his neck he felt a sense of calm wash over him, Anti’s emotions, he noted. The last thing he was placed in was his boots, the long leathers would keep his legs warm.

 His servants put on the silver dress decorations and his crown before pulling the hook up to rest delicately against his hair. The actual walk to the court yard made Marvin feel regal, his skirts gathered in his hands as he marched, the clacking of his boots echoing while he passed the rows of dedicated servants to him, men who would sell their souls to him for just a tease of a kiss. But they didn’t matter, not now.

 He was far too lost in his head, the sleeves and skirt making him want to move as he usually did, a free breeze, but he was asked to walk to the court yard as he was, so he would.He wasn’t expecting to see the rows of women, kneeling and sobbing, others shaking, but it was a welcomed sight. Marvin’s eyes soon lifted to meet the sharp green of his King, he was in all black, as usual, but it was his most formal leather, the one with furs in deep black around to keep him warm…

 It was all rather odd, until Anti spoke, his words so sweet and tender, words that made a flush rise to his cheeks before a long slow kiss was placed upon his lips, one he returned to his king with all he could, though before he could ask if this was all, a blade was placed in Marvin’s hand, the glint of pure blood-lust making him gain a dreamy smile as he killed each and every lady there, his pretty dress being stained while his neck and shoulders were given attention under the others careful attention, though once Marvin was done he turned, looking up to Anti with blood stained cheeks.

 "My King, I love you, I am yours.“ The response made him shiver, right as he leaned up to kiss his King in the blood covered snowy grounds.

 "My Queen, I love you, I am only yours." 

Okay, so this is an AU that several members of the @jse-writing-community collaborated on together to make, and a masterlist of all the pieces will be out on @twisteddisneyjse sometime as more writers share their versions of the tale, so if you like this, check out the AU blog!

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[jynxlovesluck]

Tag yourself I’m both

[senseless-septic-shambles]

Me @ everyone over at @jse-writing-community

[jse-writing-community]

is there already a set story for the community fic or is it still undecided?

If you’re talking about @luci-morningstar812 ‘s community fic, then I believe she has an initial post set in place, but the story may continue however the writers wish from there. However, you would have to ask her to make sure, as she is the head of and the organizer of the community fic. 

However, if you are talking about the @twisteddisneyjse AU, (which more information will be out about soon) then think of it as a fairy tale. There’re several key events that remain the same throughout every version of the tale, but how those events occur changes with each time the story is told. Therefore, nothing that happens is completely true to the actual events, and everyone’s interpretation is considered canon. 

Again, more information will come out about the AU soon, but this is a server-wide collaboration and we’re so excited to show you all what’s in store. And if you’re not in the server but you’re interested in the AU and want to write/draw/make something for it, please tag the AU blog! We’d love to see what people do with it! The more people that take off with the AU, the merrier we’ll be!

[egopocalypse]

The One True King

It was supposed to be simple.

He’s done this parry since he was a mere boy. It’s a little flick of the blade, catching the other’s tip in the hilt and twisting it out of their grip. Even with the lack of practice since the curse, it should’ve been easy and smooth.

But with a single drop of crimson, he’s sealed his fate.

His palm stings, the cut slicing through thin layers of skin and flesh, and there’s a ringing in his ears, pushing and pulling with the waves of static coursing through his skull. He drops the dagger and his blood sings, pulsing and pounding through his heart as it pulls him forward, forcing him to clasp a firm hand on his advisor’s shoulder to keep his balance. Blue eyes- so clear, so full of life- stare into victorious green, and it takes a long, slow moment before a horrified expression strikes his face, betrayal piercing through his dulling gaze. “Jem…”

JJ smirks, a cruel smile that mars his face, twisting it into something unrecognizable, and the mask falls, a snap of silent fingers revealing his true form in a flare of glitches. The prim, proper blue of his vest becomes a deep black cloak, cascading over his shoulders and slinking into the shadows, and a crown of thorns cross his brow, rubies, sapphires, and emeralds glittering in the low light of the prince’s chambers.

“Time’s up, pet. Y҉o̷u'r̛e͏ m̕in͜e.”

The static rages in his ears, drilling into his brain and under his skin, and he chokes back a sob, bloody tears running down his face. There’s a clawed hand on his face, sharp nails digging into his jaw, and he can’t look away- his hope, his trust, his very life stripped away by the demon in front of him.

“͞N̷o͡ẁ ̧d̡on̛’t ͘c͞ŗy,҉ ̸J͟a͜c̡k͜.” He croons, a thumb stroking a crimson tear away with a fanged grin. “Th͞is͘ w͢ąs̵ aļw̴a̸ys̸ me͜an̴t t͠o̕ b͏e.”

The static reaches a crescendo, breaking through his defenses as whispers creep through his mind, twisting and warping his perceptions. Give in give in givein giveingiveingiveingiveingivein-

And finally, he falls.

His strength fails him, the last spark smothered in his dull eyes, and he collapses to his knees, his limp body the demon’s to control. Green overtakes blue, swallowing everything in his empty stare, and there’s a laugh above him, a crow of triumph and pure glee that he’s drawn to like a moth to a flame.

Distantly, he can hear a door open, but he pushes it aside, his focus on his master and his master only. The whispers speak to him, telling him forgotten truths and new orders in hushed tones, and he can’t help but listen, the harsh words seeping into his brain and swelling with every breath.

The static overtakes him again, surrounding him and engulfing him in their grasp, and he welcomes it, a blissful smile dancing on his lips as he’s whisked away from the sound of a scream.

But he ignores it.

His Master is everything. Nothing else matters.

Only Him. Only Anti. 

Only His King.

Okay, so this is an AU that several members of the @jse-writing-community collaborated on together to make, and a masterlist of all the pieces will be out on @twisteddisneyjse sometime as more writers share their versions of the tale, so if you like this, check out the AU blog!

@kisstheashes @shadowstakeall @abouttobesilenced @tainted-sylver @assbutt-of-the-readers @here-be-becquerel @dabthesinaway @aquaticember06 @spicy-spedicey @superbanananinja234 @imallwaysconfused @awkward-bullshit @cest-mellow @starlightxnightmare @help-trashbin @epicfangirl01 @clownoutofdarkness @mihaela-tbg @iris-the-asparagus @cutewarmachine @sqxxddygremlin @nextstep17 @bunchofdoodlesinspace @ill-spink @abyssshifter @eridangan @jaysflight @skyewardlight @dreamsoffallingstars @kyerrio @unadventurousjulie @edgyishere @lostinegomayhem 

[jse-writing-community]

As a member I finally came on and was both horrified and delighted to see that I was quoted. Thanks Riv. ;w;

Whoops!

[lucimorningstar812]

1 week left to join #ProjectCommunityFic

What is it?

Project Community Fic is a way of getting everyone together to write a story whilst making sure no one is left out. The will be a set order so everyone knows who is before and after them, and by the end of it, we will have a complete story written by everyone involved

But I’m not a good writer

You don’t have to be ‘good’. If you can write even a small paragraph that helps progress the story in the right direction, you can join. No need to worry about if English isn’t your first language either because a few spelling/grammar errors won’t effect your part of the story

I’m too anxious to join

So am I friend. I’m the one arranging the damn thing and my anxiety is skyrocketing, but it will be fun and when you can look back on the full story and see how your part effected it, you’ll be glad you took the chance

I can’t write serious stuff though

Although the story is likely to be angsty, there’s always room for fun, goofy intermissions. If a character is trapped and struggling, you could write a flashback to a time when they were happy. There’s always a way you can add as long as it progresses the story

How do I join?

The link to the Google form I need you to fill out is in my bio. Additionally, I will reblog this with the link as well. It’s only a few questions just so I have an idea of where to put you in the order as well as knowing the Tumblr URL you’ll be adding your part from

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send an ask or dm me. Alternatively, you can search #ProjectCommunityFic on my blog to see all previous posts about it

And if you don’t want to join but see this post, please help spread the word by reblogging

[lucimorningstar812]

Hey it’s me, miss “I forgot I scheduled this”! Here’s the link and I’ll add it to my bio soon

Hi there

The link on the main post isn’t a direct link. You have to remove the spaces, but I also reblogged it with a link that definitely works

Project Community Fic

The Tumblr URL you will provide is the one you will reblog to. Please make sure this blog can be tagged or I will have to dm you asking for

[averyancora-deactivated300820-d]

your trigger finger’s mine

He doesn’t remember this being in the plan for channel takeovers, honestly.

Hazy memories supply him with what he knows; his voice rings out on the speakers of millions, distortion and echo effects spiraling out of control. His hands curl into fists, digging nails into palms, and flashes of faces appear in his mind; the doctor, the hero, the broken boy - the mute, the magician…all of them slowly, carefully dragged into the dirt, with the intent of keeping them down. Their scars were merely imprints of his heel as he crushed them - for what were they but bugs, scrambling to escape the footsteps of their very own God? 

He was powerful. Beyond the definition of the word; simply more than any other meaning the term had ever shown him. Another memory stutters, taking its time before realization slips into his head - a sinking feeling of something he will refuse to call fear but is forced to compare it: the cut on his neck is self-inflicted, but the rest of them littering his skin are not.

And standing in front of his creator, knife spinning in his hand, blood slowly dripping down his skin, was never meant to feel this terrifying. His glitches have stopped; he remains perfectly still, frozen in the moment as bright, acidic green makes contact with ice cold blue, a lazy smile twisting the other man’s features as they face each other. His voice is hoarse, throat dry, and it cracks and spits with static as it leaves him: “Wḩa̵t̵ hąve ҉y̡o̕u͞ d́o͡ne to ͜me͡?̵" 

 There’s a laugh, sickly sweet, so familiar; a chuckle that makes him throw his head back, giggling to himself, the pale white skin of his throat exposed, and the glitch’s hand tightens around the hilt of his knife as he speaks. "You said you wanted to be a god, Anti, didn’t you? Don’t you worry-” The Irishman steps forward, and the virus instinctively takes a step back, only making the wildness - the insanity - of the laughter spilling from the other’s lips grow. “-I’m teaching you. We all have to get our hands a little bloodstained to accept sacrifices, don’t we?"  —-

short and sweet but fun to write!  buy me a coffee <3 // dm me or send me an ask for commissions!

[jse-writing-community]

Can people submit short JSE fan fiction?

For the most part, we usually just reblog works of our members so that the original writer is credited and gains more exposure for their work. However, if you make a post for your writing and tag us in it, we’ll gladly reblog it!

[astudyingreer]

Me: I’m so wholesome uwu

Also me:

(Courtesy of @jse-writing-community )

[astudyingreer]

Cuz I’m a horrible person here are some more anti tidbits

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BAP

A love bap for you

We have been bapped!

[jse-writing-community]

Im a member who runs the tumblr?

I (River) mostly run the tumblr, although Wander and Quinn also have access! You’ll see our names in the tags of whatever we post

[egopocalypse]

Whisper

When the world ends, it’s not with a bang.

The clock stops ticking, the wind stops whistling, and the sun goes in reverse, streaking across the sky in firey yellows and burning blues.

Each day, each minute, each second passes by with a blazing sprint or a sickening crawl, leaving a trail of memories that shake him and shape him at his core.

A corpse drops, blood soaking into the carpet, and a weight falls on his shoulders, bitter sorrow seeping in.

How many times has he seen this happen? How many times has been too weak, too slow, too late to save him?

How many times has he watched him die?

He should’ve learned by now. He should’ve known that he couldn’t win. But he persists, racing against a call for vengeance and a cruel, mocking tongue, his determination failing him yet again.

Even after all these years, he can’t forget him. He won’t allow himself to. No matter how good it would feel to let go, to move on and focus on someone new, there’s an instinctual bond that calls him back, drawing him into the game once more.

He doesn’t know how long it takes before he can claim a victory, the endless days dragging on with every test that comes up negative, every attempt that comes up short, every breath that is his last.

And then, it’s over.

The game of life and death is at a standstill, hanging over the precipice, and he barely holds on, clinging to the cliff’s edge with bated breath.

He’s breathing, he’s stable, he’s alive, and that’s all that matters, at least until he can wake him up once more.

But it’s angry.

There’s a clawing at his wrists, looping around his neck, and he falls, crashing into a black embrace. Cold hands, stripped and barred from life, lock around him, and static plunges him into the depths, drowning him and pulling him under.

When the world ends, it’s not with a bang, but with a whisper, murmured into his ear before he’s gone.

“Ýo̕u pas͟se͝d̸ t̷h̷e̴ te̵st. Nów̕ l͟et͜’s̡ ͢m̛ov͝e͠ ̢on͏t̡ò ͢th̕ȩ n͡ex͢t̛ ͏p͞h͏ase̕.”

A New Cycle

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[theprincesssiniqua-deactivated2]

Filling In The Blanks - Part 1

‘You guys need to join a club.’

The moment those words escape Marvin’s lips, a flurry of excuse was flung around the table. Marvin, the only one of the six males at the lunch table who was in the group, raises an eyebrow at his friends.

JJ holds up his board, eye wide. ‘I think it would be best if I don’t join a group. I’m quite comfortable staying at how painting.’

Surprisingly, Marvin doesn’t argue, nodding. He turns to Anti. ‘What about you, An-’

A knife barely passes the magician’s ear, the tip lodging into the wall of the cafeteria. Thankfully, the group were sitting in the corner of the lunch room so nobody saw.

‘Jesus, I get it!’ Marvin turns to the others. ‘Henrik? Chase? Jacki?’

‘Don’t do zhose puppy eyes at me,’ Schneep quips. ‘Besides, what club could I join?’

‘Um…’ Marvin says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. ‘You know Monika from the debate team?’

They all nod (except for Anti, who was busy sharping his knife and staring pointedly at the ground). Who didn’t know smart, beautiful, athletic Monika with her irresistible smile?

‘Well, she quit debating and made a new club,’ Marvin continues slowly.

Jacki frowns. ‘But she’s great at debate- hey, that rhymed!’ He grins proudly.

Marvin smiles in return. ‘Funny you said that, Jacki…’

Jameson asks. ‘What kind of club?’

Marvin clears his throat and says as magnificently as he could muster, ‘A literature club!’

Anti snorts, choking on his Coke. Henrik would have patted his back but for fear of being stabbed, he just glances at him and then at Marvin. 

‘And vhy vould you recommend zhis club?’

Marvin shuffles awkwardly, pushing his pasta around his plate. ‘Well, it’s just an idea but I know that you’re struggling with your English and all-’ Henrik bristles slightly. He was self-conscious about his thick German accent seeing as he had recently moved to the school from Berlin.

‘-but I thought that going to the literature could, uh, help by, um, being surrounded with words and… and stuff. And!’ Marvin turns to Jacki. ‘You can read manga there!’

Jacki’s eyes light up. ‘Manga! Really?’

Despite being the eldest of the group, he had the mind of a 10-year-old-, watching cartoons and anime, reading comics and manga, calling himself ‘Jackiboyman’ and even occasionally wearing a cape. Now, he seems all onboard with joining this new club. Henrik, on the other hand, was still frowning, deep in thought. However, Chase could see into his head and read him like an open book.

‘Hey, Hen,’ he says, successfully grabbing his friend’s attention, ‘I’ll probably regret saying this but…’ he sighs, ‘I’ll join the club if you do.

Henrik’s eyes widen. ‘But you hate anyzing remotely related to school.’

This was true- Chase was the class clown, the jokester, the one who would barely be in class on time if he was in at all. You could find him performing trick-shots involving teabags and Nerf guns, or crying into an alcoholic drink, sobbing about how Stacy left him. But, if his friends were feeling down, he’d attend a full day of school, staying by their side until they were better. Right now, Chase knew what Marvin was trying to say, and shrugs.

‘I’m willing.’

Henrik looks at Marvin and Jacki, who were eager for his response, then at Chase’s and Jameson’s patient expressions, and finally at Anti, whose hands fiddled with his knife, bored.

Henrik sighs. ‘Fine, I guess.’

Marvin whoops. ‘Yes! Oh, by the way, it starts after school so I’ll show you guys there.’

The three nod and Jameson beams, hugging Chase and Jacki who were sitting beside him. They return to eating and drinking their school lunch, chattering.

Anti looks at them with his heterochromia eyes, sipping his Coke. ‘Idiots,’ he murmurs, before returning to his dark thoughts. 

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