#ask-jackofspades

[egleycrocklish-blog]

*Suddenly Draconian Dignitary.*

“...Who are you?”

[egleycrocklish-blog]

🎬

🎬 for me to use a line from the last movie I watched as a starter

(i... actually don’t remember what the last movie i watched was. so i’ll choose a line from a movie i remember.)

“Okay. How do we blow it up? There’s always a way to do that.”

[aristocratic-android]

Rrrrrr...

*Is that you, Bec?

[foretellershark-blog]

✌ (( shrug emoji ))

[TXT] i, yknwo what[TXT] sharks are so good?? whyw ould someone not like sharks i just dont get is?,?[TXT] baby sharks are soscute too i love bab tsharks

[arbitrarywayfarer-blog]

ask-jackofspades replied to your post:mm i have a pic i wanna post but idk if i should))

(( do eet ))

heck well now i have to))

[ultimatespacefurry-blog]

@ask-jackofspades

A!ght, !’ll be wa!t!ng.

[arbitrarywayfarer-blog]

✮?

✮ = stargazing.

After a long three days of unease, you'd finally decided to try and unwind. You climb out of Can Town through the hatch, quietly shutting it behind you before treading down the hill. You'd left AR a note beforehand, as to not worry him. 

You're not going too far, anyways.

White stars pepper the deep purple sky, some in thicker clusters than the rest. It really is beautiful, and you find yourself trying to make up new constellations as you walk. That is, until you notice a familiar figure lying in the sand just a few feet away. His snout points up towards the sky, where you'd been looking just minutes before.

You don't move any closer. Does he know you're here? Cautiously, with one hand on the hilt of the sword you'd brought along for protection, you lean forward and squint to try to get a better look at him. You bite your lip and lean back again. 

You take in a breath, then, defying that feeling in your gut, you speak up quietly, "Hello?"

[arbitrarywayfarer-blog]

Jack: Reappear.

You were just fumbling to make a makeshift holster for your new sword when you heard a familiar zap behind you. You yelp and lurch forward, quickly turning around to see Jack standing before you. You knew he'd come back, you had a feeling in your gut.

Without really thinking, you brace a foot behind you and put one hand on the hilt of your blade. Again, you're not ready, and you're not entirely sure how to use this weapon, but you hope that this time Jack isn't looking for conflict.