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[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

(Random rp starter anyone can respond to)

Jake was so exhausted he leaned his head against his arm slowly falling asleep on the couch “No i must stay awake…” he mumbled tying to stay awake looking so sleepy.

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(Don’t question it my friend wanted more fluff? xD )

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Edith walks by with a knowing stare, she shakes her head to the side with a small smile before plopping down on the couch next to the saboteur.

“I’ll take first watch”, she tells him.

The softball player stares forward, occasionally glancing from side to side.

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"Jake, that's not the point. Everyone's afraid of something. It's a part of being human", she says softly.

"Maybe it's because you've spent so much time in the dark that you don't know how to come into the light", she adds thoughtfully.

"I feel like there's some kind of secret meaning behind that"

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[quentin-the-bard-deactivated202]

all of the above

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Dark eyes stare at the newcomer. A strange energy radiating from the man as he can be seen laid back on the logs surrounding the fire. He looks familiar. Like he’s from a show or something. Edith pulls her lips into a tight smile before clearing her throat, “Howdy”, oh no. “I take it that you don’t know how you got here. Am I right?”, she asks. And that you woke up at a hospital when the world came to an end? You’re also looking for your wife and son, Ca—

River dragged his gaze towards the voice.

“Ain’t got the faintest idea. But I’m guessin’ that wonderin’ is bout as useful as a screen door on a submarine, so I ain’t real concerned with it. Only thing I miss from home is my gun ‘n my music, and if that’s all I gotta worry about, well -” he stretched nonchalantly, “Suppose it all could be worse.”

He yawned before leaning back against the log, the cold dirt beneath him sticking ungracefully to his jacket as he shifted. 

“Unless you got any ideas as to how ‘n where we are?”

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In all honesty, she wanted to laugh. A small chuckle at the others voice being exactly how she thought it’d be, even right down to the tone. However, she wouldn’t allow herself to do that. It’d seem rude to the softball player as she could only nod at what he had to say.

“Well, at least you had something to look forward to before this. Can’t say I know a whole lot about this place, but I do know one thing for sure”

Edith takes a deep breath before shifting her gaze from him to the scenery around them. Dark eyes trailing over every decaying limb that honed in on them.

“Everyone got here by hitting the woods, getting lost in the forestry with a set of ideals and goals. No matter how lost they got, they kept pushing. The will to survive is essentially what got us here”

“At least, that’s my theory on it”

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“Interestin’ theory.” 

He pulled up a few strands of grass from the ground, tossing them towards the fire to watch them burn. There was a small bout of silence as the flames crackled, smoke swallowed by the chillingly empty sky above. He searched for nothing in the treetops, and watched as a crow landed too close for comfort, about five feet away, staring both he and Edith down intently. He smiled, knowing damn well they were simply there to play these wicked games the Entity loved so well. He slowly looked back towards Edith, the smirk still resting on his face.

“I’m guessin’ that’s what happened to you?” he paused briefly, “Name’s River, by the way.  Y’know. ‘N case you were big on the ol’ don’t talk to strangers thing.”

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“Thanks”, she says.

Edith feels the wind blow through her hair, like whispers of a secret she doesn’t want to know about. Her dark eyes would glare into the fire, out of all her time here she’s learned hardly anything yet besides the trials. It was kind of annoying. However, she didn’t give it much thought the second she caught movement in the corner of her eye.

Being an outfielder, or just a player in general, had trained her sight and hands to catch anything that came her way. Whether it was a ball or a crow. She’d shift her body towards to stare right back at it. When her face was set, or if she was deep in thought, she looked different. Disappointed, angry, scary— just not her usual happy self.

What are you plotting; what are you thinking of?

Her eyes had asked the crow, but it didn’t respond at all. Just kept staring back at her. When River’s voice cuts through the quiet, Edith turns back to the copper before her.

“You know, my parents weren’t really those kind of people. Well, I’m Edith. But my friends used to call me Ed”, she says the last part with a sad smile. Reminiscing about her life outside of this.

Whatever the life she had outside of this anyways…

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“Ed,” he repeated, “’S a nice name…If you don’t mind me usin’ it.”

He noticed her distress, and was compelled immediately to lighten her mood.

“Y’know I used to have a friend called Ed. Well, he called himself Ed but we all called ‘em Eddy. Anyways this one time Eddy ‘n I - we was real sum’bitches when we was younger. And well this one time he had this brilliant idea to go tip Ol’ Johnson’s cow, cause this cow was friggin’ huge. Like, absolutely giant. I’m talkin’ bigger than yer Aunt Martha on Thanksgivin’ at a All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet big. Just a…Fuckin’ unit. And this thing won so many goddamned medals it shined brighter than a baldie’s head out the barber. So Eddie says to me, ‘Hey Kenny’ - cause well y’see my last name’s Kennedy, and so alls our friends called me Kenny on the account of Tammy Miller who was always thinkin’ my name was Kennedy Rivers; and I was thinkin’ she was always onto somethin cause if I’m bein’ quite honest that sounds like a much better name - and anyways he says to me ‘Hey Kenny, why don’t we head of to Ol’ Dutch Johnson’s fields and tip his cow tonight?’ And I wasn’t really thinkin’ much round then cause we was only fifteen ‘er sixteen and -”

He realized he wasn’t going anywhere with this, and it certainly wasn’t a story you tell to someone you’ve just met to cheer them up. He hoped the effort was worth it.

“Sorry. I get carried away sometimes.”

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“Thanks, and you may”, her words are strong and proud. There must be a story to that name.

As soon as she got a good look at him, she could tell that he was about to open his trap and start yapping about something. It was kind of nice to hear about someone’s tales from before this, gave her an insight about what their lives were like.

“Heh”

She’d chuckle at certain parts of the story, like how he was going on about how humongous the cow was. She had only really seen them on the hills, from when she’d drive through the country side of her town. Not like there was a whole lot to begin with. However, when he stopped, her eyes went a little wider.

“Oh dude, no it’s cool! If you stop right now then I won’t know if you and your buddy Ed ever tipped the cow or not. So now you basically kind of have to finish or it’s gonna bug me forever!”, she says with a slight grin and the fold of her arms.

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“Well it ain’t all that special. Eddy was out his right mind, he was. ‘N well, of course my dumb ass agreed t'go with him. 'N when we got there he sure did tip that cow. Right on over his own damn two feet. It ain’t break 'em or anythin’, but it was sure as shit funny watchin’ him struggle with a two ton cow half coverin’ his legs. I didn’t know what to do, so I jus’ booked it outta that field 'n slipped into bed 'n pretended like nothin’ happened. Next day of course I felt bad 'n called into the cops an’ reported it all anonymously but it was damn funny when he came to school the next week with a cast on his foot cause the paramedics went 'n sprained his ankle tryina get him unstuck. From what I heard he cursed out the copper that went 'n found him too, tryina blame it all on me but…They couldn’t prove it so I got off fer free. I’m sure as shit they knew I was there but can’t charge someone without any evidence so…” he smiled to himself at the image of his rather wild friend bed-ridden with a cast because of something as simple as a cow that was just a little too heavy.

“It’s not as funny as I remember it bein’ now that I’m tellin’ it, honest.”

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"Wow.. "

Edith smirks into the palm of her hand as she watches him go off about the tale of Eddy tipping the cow over, only for it to backfire entirely on him. She can't imagine the cattle being all that heavy, but it must've been if it trapped him under there the whole night and sprained his ankle when others tried to free him. Suppose she's fortunate for not trying to something as silly as that and get injured, she's done some serious things and then some. Like a story she's going to tell now.

"Sounds like something that's happen to me to be honest. Before I got my act straightened out, I was sort of like that too. However, I'd always get myself caught"

"I want to say that it was right after high school when it happened. Me and my friends are legal adults now and we're done with school for a while. To celebrate we hit the liquor store and grab some rum, though we're about to get carded real quick. My girlfriend at the time grabs a jar of pickles and slams them into the wall before shouting for all of us to scatter. That's what we did, like cockroaches in the light"

"The clerk called the cops as we made off with those bottles of whiskey and rum, each of us had to go a separate way as to avoid being caught all together. My girl gives me a kiss I won't ever forget and the bitch leaves me in the night. I call her for what she is because she ratted me out to them when they found all of us eventually. But man, I put up one hell of a chase. They had to taser me to get me to stop. While they were in the car might I add. I conked and woke up in a cell later that day with my folks looking very displeased. It was so shit after that"

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“Hey sleepy head”, with a mischievous grin, the athlete approaches. “Found this in a chest, figured you might want it”, Edith hands you an energy drink with a green logo on the front. “Might do you some good to keep away from the demon. Laurie told me about it”

Cold blue’s looked over the other’s unfamiliar face. Judging and skeptical at first but softening seconds later. Must’ve been new to this place, he assumed. A nod was given as a silent greeting, paired with a crooked, welcoming smile.

When handed the can, it was twirled in his hand as he examined the most minute details. One couldn’t be too careful nowadays, “Oh… Are you… Are you sure you didn’t want to keep this?–”

“Ah… Yeah, that… That sounds like a Laurie thing to do.” His voice dropped for a second but came back to its normal tone, “Thank you, though…”

“I don’t think we’ve met… I’m… I’m Quentin, if you haven’t already heard that from… Others.” A quick glance to the side in attempt to ease himself, “Probably Laurie…”

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Edith squats down a tad, coming down to rest into a comfortable crouch to greet the other. She gives him a small smile before nodding at the offer.

“I’m more of a coffee kind of person; you need it more than I do”

She pushes the drink back towards him before listening to him ramble on about how he believes that this was probably Laurie’s doing. The ex-softball player runs a rough looking hand through her short curly hair before getting a good look at this Quentin fellow.

“It must be pretty bad, huh? Ah, anyways.. Yeah, I’m Edith, but uh.. call me Ed”

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Can set aside, it was best to use it when times got particularly tricky to stay awake in. Lifting his hand, it subconsciously covered over a grin that crossed him. Kindness was a peculiar thing.

“I… I doubt I need it as much as you think but… Thank you again… It’s nice to know more people who aren’t selfish pricks.”

Her comment caught him off guard, quirking an eyebrow as a lazy response. Quentin shook it off and focused at the conversation at hand, “That’s a nice name… So, ah… Ed, is there like…” Uneasy hands came up to rub the back of his neck as he processed his sentence.

“Something else…– Pronouns. Anything you favor over the other?”

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Edith watches as he gets his mind to work, to try and wrap around the things she had told him and that she was assuming. The teen always looked to be in a daze whenever she saw him, particularly now more than ever. Still, she’d keep off of saying anything about it and just nod at the little comment on selfish pricks. That’s the first she’s heard of there being any.

In a place where you have to work together to survive, you’d think people would be faster on the uptake. Apparently not… anyways! He had asked about pronouns.

“When I tell people to call me by that instead of my real name, that’s usually the first thing they ask. I mean, I don’t really care what you use to address me. As long as you’re talking to me; that’s all I need to know”

“And what about you? Do you have anything you’d prefer me to call you?”

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“Oh… I… I’m sorry, then. Just thought I’d ask. Wouldn’t wanna make you even more uncomfortable in this place.” Quentin averted his eyes, the grasp on his nape loosening. His appearance beforehand presented a smile though it altered into more of an indifferent and eased kind of look.

Her question brought on a quick shake of his head. Perhaps too fast as his hand hurried to keep a firm hold on the side of his head when dizziness occurred. Softly mumbling was the most he could muster at the time, “No, thanks. Just Quentin is fine… So is whatever nickname, it’s all the same to me.”

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“Ah it’s fine. Thanks for asking at least”, she says before waving him off.

Edith folds her hands in her lap as he shifts to an easier than uneasy position on the ground besides him. The worry on her face can be seen as he looks so dizzy from her answer. It was like watching a baby trying to stay up when it really wanted to fall asleep. He probably wouldn’t allow that to happen for personal and obvious reasons but still. He’d die of not getting any rest had he not let himself give him some.

“Take it easy Quen, I’ll just call you Quen”, she assures him before putting a rough hand on his shoulder.

Edith really thought he’d fall over if she didn’t steady him

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Sudden pressure applied to his shoulder urged a jump from him. Seeing it was her alleviated this startling effect but did nothing more than earn the slightest bit of relaxation. A slow nod proceeded her sentence.

“Alright. But I can’t… I can’t promise anything for sure,” Quentin muttered. Reassurance meant nothing if he couldn’t be swayed from his opinions, “Not when everyone needs help… Can’t let that big of a burden fall on anyone’s shoulders so they can be stressed out even more. Not if I can help it, at least.”

Forcing a smile, Quentin lowered his hand to grasp his arm.

“Thank you though. Make sure you rest when you can, you’ll need it.”

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She could laugh, that’s not the first she’s heard of this “everyone else’s lives matter more!” talk. It felt like a mantra to her ears and she hated it. What made everyone else so much better that they needed to come out on top? That they needed to survive over them? If you couldn’t make it, that was on you. No one else. Out of risk of being isolated from the group, Edith takes a deep breath and swallows that thought down like she had done before. Last time she brought it up, she’s sure it would’ve given a certain someone a panic attack.

“Thank you Quentin, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind”, she said through a strained smile.

It’d go unnoticed, she’s perfected that look when she was younger. Because whenever she tried to voice HER concern, no one would hear. No one would notice. It was a contradiction to what they believed in. It wasn’t the “right” they knew

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💓: Is intimidated by them, but wants to be friends with them.

“Heh, I get the feeling that I’m unapproachable. But, I’ll gladly be your friend Q-ball”

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“Oh, that’s… Actually some good news for once… I think.” A sheepish smile extended onto his face as he raised an eyebrow, “Q-ball…?” He started with a chuckle, “Out of all the weird nicknames I have, I could say that I’ve never heard that one before.”

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“As long as it starts with Q, it can be a nickname. That’s like, an unspoken law dude”, she says before nudging his arm a little.

“The ones that I’ve got are kind of lame like EJ or Ed”

“Don’t start calling me EJ”

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Dark eyes stare at the newcomer. A strange energy radiating from the man as he can be seen laid back on the logs surrounding the fire. He looks familiar. Like he’s from a show or something. Edith pulls her lips into a tight smile before clearing her throat, “Howdy”, oh no. “I take it that you don’t know how you got here. Am I right?”, she asks. And that you woke up at a hospital when the world came to an end? You’re also looking for your wife and son, Ca—

River dragged his gaze towards the voice.

“Ain’t got the faintest idea. But I’m guessin’ that wonderin’ is bout as useful as a screen door on a submarine, so I ain’t real concerned with it. Only thing I miss from home is my gun ‘n my music, and if that’s all I gotta worry about, well -” he stretched nonchalantly, “Suppose it all could be worse.”

He yawned before leaning back against the log, the cold dirt beneath him sticking ungracefully to his jacket as he shifted. 

“Unless you got any ideas as to how ‘n where we are?”

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In all honesty, she wanted to laugh. A small chuckle at the others voice being exactly how she thought it’d be, even right down to the tone. However, she wouldn’t allow herself to do that. It’d seem rude to the softball player as she could only nod at what he had to say.

“Well, at least you had something to look forward to before this. Can’t say I know a whole lot about this place, but I do know one thing for sure”

Edith takes a deep breath before shifting her gaze from him to the scenery around them. Dark eyes trailing over every decaying limb that honed in on them.

“Everyone got here by hitting the woods, getting lost in the forestry with a set of ideals and goals. No matter how lost they got, they kept pushing. The will to survive is essentially what got us here”

“At least, that’s my theory on it”

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“Interestin’ theory.” 

He pulled up a few strands of grass from the ground, tossing them towards the fire to watch them burn. There was a small bout of silence as the flames crackled, smoke swallowed by the chillingly empty sky above. He searched for nothing in the treetops, and watched as a crow landed too close for comfort, about five feet away, staring both he and Edith down intently. He smiled, knowing damn well they were simply there to play these wicked games the Entity loved so well. He slowly looked back towards Edith, the smirk still resting on his face.

“I’m guessin’ that’s what happened to you?” he paused briefly, “Name’s River, by the way.  Y’know. ‘N case you were big on the ol’ don’t talk to strangers thing.”

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“Thanks”, she says.

Edith feels the wind blow through her hair, like whispers of a secret she doesn’t want to know about. Her dark eyes would glare into the fire, out of all her time here she’s learned hardly anything yet besides the trials. It was kind of annoying. However, she didn’t give it much thought the second she caught movement in the corner of her eye.

Being an outfielder, or just a player in general, had trained her sight and hands to catch anything that came her way. Whether it was a ball or a crow. She’d shift her body towards to stare right back at it. When her face was set, or if she was deep in thought, she looked different. Disappointed, angry, scary— just not her usual happy self.

What are you plotting; what are you thinking of?

Her eyes had asked the crow, but it didn’t respond at all. Just kept staring back at her. When River’s voice cuts through the quiet, Edith turns back to the copper before her.

“You know, my parents weren’t really those kind of people. Well, I’m Edith. But my friends used to call me Ed”, she says the last part with a sad smile. Reminiscing about her life outside of this.

Whatever the life she had outside of this anyways…

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“Ed,” he repeated, “’S a nice name…If you don’t mind me usin’ it.”

He noticed her distress, and was compelled immediately to lighten her mood.

“Y’know I used to have a friend called Ed. Well, he called himself Ed but we all called ‘em Eddy. Anyways this one time Eddy ‘n I - we was real sum’bitches when we was younger. And well this one time he had this brilliant idea to go tip Ol’ Johnson’s cow, cause this cow was friggin’ huge. Like, absolutely giant. I’m talkin’ bigger than yer Aunt Martha on Thanksgivin’ at a All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet big. Just a…Fuckin’ unit. And this thing won so many goddamned medals it shined brighter than a baldie’s head out the barber. So Eddie says to me, ‘Hey Kenny’ - cause well y’see my last name’s Kennedy, and so alls our friends called me Kenny on the account of Tammy Miller who was always thinkin’ my name was Kennedy Rivers; and I was thinkin’ she was always onto somethin cause if I’m bein’ quite honest that sounds like a much better name - and anyways he says to me ‘Hey Kenny, why don’t we head of to Ol’ Dutch Johnson’s fields and tip his cow tonight?’ And I wasn’t really thinkin’ much round then cause we was only fifteen ‘er sixteen and -”

He realized he wasn’t going anywhere with this, and it certainly wasn’t a story you tell to someone you’ve just met to cheer them up. He hoped the effort was worth it.

“Sorry. I get carried away sometimes.”

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“Thanks, and you may”, her words are strong and proud. There must be a story to that name.

As soon as she got a good look at him, she could tell that he was about to open his trap and start yapping about something. It was kind of nice to hear about someone’s tales from before this, gave her an insight about what their lives were like.

“Heh”

She’d chuckle at certain parts of the story, like how he was going on about how humongous the cow was. She had only really seen them on the hills, from when she’d drive through the country side of her town. Not like there was a whole lot to begin with. However, when he stopped, her eyes went a little wider.

“Oh dude, no it’s cool! If you stop right now then I won’t know if you and your buddy Ed ever tipped the cow or not. So now you basically kind of have to finish or it’s gonna bug me forever!”, she says with a slight grin and the fold of her arms.

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“Doc, I need some stitches from this nasty wound I got today”

Aight, easy enough. Sit you’re ass down and let’s get the wound cleaned, numbed, and stitched up.

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She sits down and holds her arm out, the wound goes from the base of the elbow down to meet the front of the wrist. Blood gushes out of the gash like a fountain as she stares at it and then you impatiently.

“Whatever, just.. hurry up I’m getting light headed over here”

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“Well fuck, this is going to take longer than I thought,” quickly, he grabbed gauze, applying it to the would and holding it while calling for assistance. Quickly,  Frank applied another layer of the gauze, moving so that Quentin could elevate the arm.

“We’re going to have to move rooms, I don’t even have the supplies I need to properly contain the bleeding in here.  Seriously, how were you even standing?  You some how managed to cut the artery in your arm, how exactly did you manage that?”

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“Long story”, is all she really says before blinking her eyes.

Edith clenches her fist in the wounded arm before unclenching, the muscles don’t seem too jazzed to be flexing when they’re split open like that. She stands up, looking like she’s about to fall over.

“Where do.. where do we need to go?”

This is beginning to be more troublesome than she had originally thought it was going to be. The softball player sighs as the gauze on her arm slowly turns into a blotch of red.

“That’s a lot of blood, Jesus”

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@ask-quentinsmith @theshatteredecho

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

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Jake was so exhausted he leaned his head against his arm slowly falling asleep on the couch “No i must stay awake…” he mumbled tying to stay awake looking so sleepy.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

(Don’t question it my friend wanted more fluff? xD )

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Edith walks by with a knowing stare, she shakes her head to the side with a small smile before plopping down on the couch next to the saboteur.

“I’ll take first watch”, she tells him.

The softball player stares forward, occasionally glancing from side to side.

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Jake yawned on the back of his hand and then looked at Edith seeing how focused she was “You sure?” He said.

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“I wouldn’t have offered it up if I wasn’t being serious”, she tells him.

Edith pats his back to assure him that he can sleep the first shift. If there was going to be one that is. The softball player didn’t find any need to nor the will to catch a few z’s ever since she found out about Krueger. Sleep was forbidden with her after that. At least until she was a breath away from conking out.

“You look like you could use it”

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“Alright.” He got in comfortable position and soon after fell asleep.

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Edith can hear his change in breathing, it’s softer and slower. That’s good. She stands up to leave, heading off to grab a blanket nearby so that he won’t be cold when he rests peacefully. The softball player wants these few hours spent to be the most enjoyable few hours for the other. Coming back with a tattered brown blanket found in a chest some place, the survivor drapes the sheet over Jake and folds her arms approvingly.

“Good”

She nods and continues to look out for any friends or potential threats that may come their way and try to wake the sleeping saboteur.

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Some minutes past, it was peaceful until a whine was let out by Jake “No stay back please…” he mumbled in his sleep it looked like he was having a other nightmare.

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Edith immediately starts to wake him up, the thought of Freddy trying to prey on her friend making her act as quick as she can to get him awake.

“Hey! Hey, you’re okay dude!”, she says between shakes.

She’ll have to get him up quickly if she wants to preserve his life from the foul demon

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Jake couldn’t wake up even if Edith yelled at him and shook him, he whimpered a bit.

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“Shit”, she hissed through her teeth before straining her ears to listen for a bit.

But that’s when she figured something out.

There wasn’t any lullaby that she could hear. So therefore, there wasn’t any serious danger in having a nightmare. But it sounded like a pretty bad one, he was crying out like a dog. The softball survivor hadn’t the faintest clue in how to help him out.

Edith sits back down, right next to him before pulling him into her arms. This worked with Meadow(ish), so maybe it’d work with a sleeping person. Her arms are strong and make sure to hold Jake tightly in her embrace, not so tight that it’d be uncomfortable but tight enough to make him feel secure.

“Shh… it’s gonna be okay.. I think”, she says with small puzzlement.

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Jake jolted up a bit before waking, then saw that Edith had him into her arms “Damn nightmares..” he mumbled kinda still sleepy. “Sorry if i worried you Edith.”

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“What worries me is what kind of nightmares you had dude”, she says with a concerned expression.

“You were kinda freaking me out, are you okay?”

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“Yeah i’m okay, again i’m so sorry Edith, i have been getting nightmares lately?…”

[softballsurv-blog]

“What about?”, she asks before letting go of Jake to scoot away and give him some space.

“Sleep is a seriously important thing, whatever is bothering you I want to know”

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

“Umm..mostly my fear’s? and they get worse each time i fall asleep..” he rubbed his neck.

[softballsurv-blog]

“Well… what do you fear? You’re being kinda vague buddy”

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

“Losing people the most and some other stuff..”

[softballsurv-blog]

Her smile is sympathetic when she speaks.

“I.. I can sort of relate. Go on, I’m all ears”

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

(Random rp starter anyone can respond to)

Jake was so exhausted he leaned his head against his arm slowly falling asleep on the couch “No i must stay awake…” he mumbled tying to stay awake looking so sleepy.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

(Don’t question it my friend wanted more fluff? xD )

[softballsurv-blog]

Edith walks by with a knowing stare, she shakes her head to the side with a small smile before plopping down on the couch next to the saboteur.

“I’ll take first watch”, she tells him.

The softball player stares forward, occasionally glancing from side to side.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

Jake yawned on the back of his hand and then looked at Edith seeing how focused she was “You sure?” He said.

[softballsurv-blog]

“I wouldn’t have offered it up if I wasn’t being serious”, she tells him.

Edith pats his back to assure him that he can sleep the first shift. If there was going to be one that is. The softball player didn’t find any need to nor the will to catch a few z’s ever since she found out about Krueger. Sleep was forbidden with her after that. At least until she was a breath away from conking out.

“You look like you could use it”

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

“Alright.” He got in comfortable position and soon after fell asleep.

[softballsurv-blog]

Edith can hear his change in breathing, it’s softer and slower. That’s good. She stands up to leave, heading off to grab a blanket nearby so that he won’t be cold when he rests peacefully. The softball player wants these few hours spent to be the most enjoyable few hours for the other. Coming back with a tattered brown blanket found in a chest some place, the survivor drapes the sheet over Jake and folds her arms approvingly.

“Good”

She nods and continues to look out for any friends or potential threats that may come their way and try to wake the sleeping saboteur.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

Some minutes past, it was peaceful until a whine was let out by Jake “No stay back please…” he mumbled in his sleep it looked like he was having a other nightmare.

[softballsurv-blog]

Edith immediately starts to wake him up, the thought of Freddy trying to prey on her friend making her act as quick as she can to get him awake.

“Hey! Hey, you’re okay dude!”, she says between shakes.

She’ll have to get him up quickly if she wants to preserve his life from the foul demon

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

Jake couldn’t wake up even if Edith yelled at him and shook him, he whimpered a bit.

[softballsurv-blog]

“Shit”, she hissed through her teeth before straining her ears to listen for a bit.

But that’s when she figured something out.

There wasn’t any lullaby that she could hear. So therefore, there wasn’t any serious danger in having a nightmare. But it sounded like a pretty bad one, he was crying out like a dog. The softball survivor hadn’t the faintest clue in how to help him out.

Edith sits back down, right next to him before pulling him into her arms. This worked with Meadow(ish), so maybe it’d work with a sleeping person. Her arms are strong and make sure to hold Jake tightly in her embrace, not so tight that it’d be uncomfortable but tight enough to make him feel secure.

“Shh… it’s gonna be okay.. I think”, she says with small puzzlement.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

Jake jolted up a bit before waking, then saw that Edith had him into her arms “Damn nightmares..” he mumbled kinda still sleepy. “Sorry if i worried you Edith.”

[softballsurv-blog]

“What worries me is what kind of nightmares you had dude”, she says with a concerned expression.

“You were kinda freaking me out, are you okay?”

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

“Yeah i’m okay, again i’m so sorry Edith, i have been getting nightmares lately?…”

[softballsurv-blog]

“What about?”, she asks before letting go of Jake to scoot away and give him some space.

“Sleep is a seriously important thing, whatever is bothering you I want to know”

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

“Umm..mostly my fear’s? and they get worse each time i fall asleep..” he rubbed his neck.

[softballsurv-blog]

“Well... what do you fear? You’re being kinda vague buddy”

[givemeangstymemes]

Homeless Sentence Starters

“I don’t know where to go.”

“Hey, uhm, can I stay the night? Just for tonight. Please?”

“I don’t have a place to sleep, can I stay here for a while?”

“Oh, everything’s peachy - last night I slept outside the café, the night before that in the alley behind the club. 10/10 would not recommend.”

“If I could just sleep in a comfortable bed for one night - that’s all I’m asking for. One night.”

“I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“I haven’t been able to pay the rent and they threw me out so, yeah. I didn’t know where else to go, sorry.”

“Do you have some spare money, please?”

“The worst is when it rains and you can’t find a roof to sleep under.”

“I haven’t slept in a warm bed for so long, I can’t even remember anymore what it feels like.”

“Hi, sorry to bother you but - would it be alright if I sleep at your place for tonight? I’ll take the sofa and be out before you’re up.”

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

(Random rp starter anyone can respond to)

Jake was so exhausted he leaned his head against his arm slowly falling asleep on the couch “No i must stay awake…” he mumbled tying to stay awake looking so sleepy.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

(Don’t question it my friend wanted more fluff? xD )

[softballsurv-blog]

Edith walks by with a knowing stare, she shakes her head to the side with a small smile before plopping down on the couch next to the saboteur.

“I’ll take first watch”, she tells him.

The softball player stares forward, occasionally glancing from side to side.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

Jake yawned on the back of his hand and then looked at Edith seeing how focused she was “You sure?” He said.

[softballsurv-blog]

“I wouldn’t have offered it up if I wasn’t being serious”, she tells him.

Edith pats his back to assure him that he can sleep the first shift. If there was going to be one that is. The softball player didn’t find any need to nor the will to catch a few z’s ever since she found out about Krueger. Sleep was forbidden with her after that. At least until she was a breath away from conking out.

“You look like you could use it”

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

“Alright.” He got in comfortable position and soon after fell asleep.

[softballsurv-blog]

Edith can hear his change in breathing, it’s softer and slower. That’s good. She stands up to leave, heading off to grab a blanket nearby so that he won’t be cold when he rests peacefully. The softball player wants these few hours spent to be the most enjoyable few hours for the other. Coming back with a tattered brown blanket found in a chest some place, the survivor drapes the sheet over Jake and folds her arms approvingly.

“Good”

She nods and continues to look out for any friends or potential threats that may come their way and try to wake the sleeping saboteur.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

Some minutes past, it was peaceful until a whine was let out by Jake “No stay back please…” he mumbled in his sleep it looked like he was having a other nightmare.

[softballsurv-blog]

Edith immediately starts to wake him up, the thought of Freddy trying to prey on her friend making her act as quick as she can to get him awake.

“Hey! Hey, you’re okay dude!”, she says between shakes.

She’ll have to get him up quickly if she wants to preserve his life from the foul demon

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

Jake couldn’t wake up even if Edith yelled at him and shook him, he whimpered a bit.

[softballsurv-blog]

“Shit”, she hissed through her teeth before straining her ears to listen for a bit.

But that’s when she figured something out.

There wasn’t any lullaby that she could hear. So therefore, there wasn’t any serious danger in having a nightmare. But it sounded like a pretty bad one, he was crying out like a dog. The softball survivor hadn’t the faintest clue in how to help him out.

Edith sits back down, right next to him before pulling him into her arms. This worked with Meadow(ish), so maybe it’d work with a sleeping person. Her arms are strong and make sure to hold Jake tightly in her embrace, not so tight that it’d be uncomfortable but tight enough to make him feel secure.

“Shh… it’s gonna be okay.. I think”, she says with small puzzlement.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

Jake jolted up a bit before waking, then saw that Edith had him into her arms “Damn nightmares..” he mumbled kinda still sleepy. “Sorry if i worried you Edith.”

[softballsurv-blog]

“What worries me is what kind of nightmares you had dude”, she says with a concerned expression.

“You were kinda freaking me out, are you okay?”

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

“Yeah i’m okay, again i’m so sorry Edith, i have been getting nightmares lately?…”

[softballsurv-blog]

“What about?”, she asks before letting go of Jake to scoot away and give him some space.

“Sleep is a seriously important thing, whatever is bothering you I want to know”

[bmmoved]

“Doc, I need some stitches from this nasty wound I got today”

Aight, easy enough. Sit you're ass down and let's get the wound cleaned, numbed, and stitched up.

[softballsurv-blog]

She sits down and holds her arm out, the wound goes from the base of the elbow down to meet the front of the wrist. Blood gushes out of the gash like a fountain as she stares at it and then you impatiently.

“Whatever, just.. hurry up I’m getting light headed over here”

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

(Random rp starter anyone can respond to)

Jake was so exhausted he leaned his head against his arm slowly falling asleep on the couch “No i must stay awake…” he mumbled tying to stay awake looking so sleepy.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

(Don’t question it my friend wanted more fluff? xD )

[softballsurv-blog]

Edith walks by with a knowing stare, she shakes her head to the side with a small smile before plopping down on the couch next to the saboteur.

“I’ll take first watch”, she tells him.

The softball player stares forward, occasionally glancing from side to side.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

Jake yawned on the back of his hand and then looked at Edith seeing how focused she was “You sure?” He said.

[softballsurv-blog]

“I wouldn’t have offered it up if I wasn’t being serious”, she tells him.

Edith pats his back to assure him that he can sleep the first shift. If there was going to be one that is. The softball player didn’t find any need to nor the will to catch a few z’s ever since she found out about Krueger. Sleep was forbidden with her after that. At least until she was a breath away from conking out.

“You look like you could use it”

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

“Alright.” He got in comfortable position and soon after fell asleep.

[softballsurv-blog]

Edith can hear his change in breathing, it’s softer and slower. That’s good. She stands up to leave, heading off to grab a blanket nearby so that he won’t be cold when he rests peacefully. The softball player wants these few hours spent to be the most enjoyable few hours for the other. Coming back with a tattered brown blanket found in a chest some place, the survivor drapes the sheet over Jake and folds her arms approvingly.

“Good”

She nods and continues to look out for any friends or potential threats that may come their way and try to wake the sleeping saboteur.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

Some minutes past, it was peaceful until a whine was let out by Jake “No stay back please…” he mumbled in his sleep it looked like he was having a other nightmare.

[softballsurv-blog]

Edith immediately starts to wake him up, the thought of Freddy trying to prey on her friend making her act as quick as she can to get him awake.

“Hey! Hey, you’re okay dude!”, she says between shakes.

She’ll have to get him up quickly if she wants to preserve his life from the foul demon

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

Jake couldn’t wake up even if Edith yelled at him and shook him, he whimpered a bit.

[softballsurv-blog]

“Shit”, she hissed through her teeth before straining her ears to listen for a bit.

But that’s when she figured something out.

There wasn’t any lullaby that she could hear. So therefore, there wasn’t any serious danger in having a nightmare. But it sounded like a pretty bad one, he was crying out like a dog. The softball survivor hadn’t the faintest clue in how to help him out.

Edith sits back down, right next to him before pulling him into her arms. This worked with Meadow(ish), so maybe it’d work with a sleeping person. Her arms are strong and make sure to hold Jake tightly in her embrace, not so tight that it’d be uncomfortable but tight enough to make him feel secure.

“Shh… it’s gonna be okay.. I think”, she says with small puzzlement.

[jake-likes-to-eat-cookies-uwu-d]

Jake jolted up a bit before waking, then saw that Edith had him into her arms “Damn nightmares..” he mumbled kinda still sleepy. “Sorry if i worried you Edith.”

[softballsurv-blog]

“What worries me is what kind of nightmares you had dude”, she says with a concerned expression.

“You were kinda freaking me out, are you okay?”

[fdsdffdsd-deactivated20200814]

yall are so fucked with your cancel culture shit. and i dont mean like the james charles and pewdiepie and projared drama or anything like that.

i mean when yall bring up shit from 5+ years ago that people never had repeat offenses on after they immediately apologized after being told they were in the wrong. 

you seem to forget people grow and change over time. you seem to forget switching your opinions and growing and doing better and becoming a better person is part of being human, part of being a person. like, not to be that guy but a year ago i was an aphobic transmed. am i now? hell no, because i grew up and realized i was in the wrong and changed. 

holy shit. people are humans. dont fucking idolize them and rip them apart when you dig up shit they said 5+ years ago that they have never done since. dont place people on pedestals and expect them to be flawless. nobody is. and this isnt even about violent racism, transphobia/homophobia, or predatory behavior either so dont try to twist my words.

[givemeangstymemes]

Reblog if your inbox is ALWAYS open for random asks, even if you haven’t reblogged any meme