#jacksrealm

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🎵 jack

🎵 riddles boy

🎵 crow boy

Jack: You’re a Bitch by Suction Cup Man Edward Nygma: The Riddler by Nightwish Dr. Jonathan Crane: U Better Fear Me by The Deleted

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Fearling x Ruby: nobody kills the spider, they probably move Fearling x Kee: Kee kills the spider and Fearling NEVER lives it down Fearling x Jack: he probably planted the spider

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"Psst. Ret. Hey. Hey ret. Ret. Ret. Hey," Jean points at Jason who pales considerably, "he introduced me to wine. It's delicious," Jean holds up his empty bottle of Duplin to Ret, "do you have more?"

Ret looks at Jean before sending Jason a glare that would make the Jotunheim look like the Bahamas. “Rule one of drinking alcohol, Jean.” she said wrapping her arms around her precious cinnamon roll of a friend. “Never do it on an empty stomach. Before we get you anymore to drink you need to have a snack. I have pretzels, chips, crackers, goldfish crackers…….. what do you want?”

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Holiday text starter: Jack

[text-> booty call] explain the pickle

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"My birthday is February 29th." (Jack's realm)

"Congratulations." She says not looking up from her phone. "Are you fishing for a gift?"

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His cry makes her jerk to a stop. There are very few times she’s heard him so genuinely upset, she can count them on one hand, and she hadn’t expected her transparent jab to hit so close to home. His final words cause a funny sick tug in her chest, she can’t place it but she doesn’t like it. 

The woman’s face twists into a sneer, black begins bleeding into the shimmery gold of her irises. “ ‘if it is ours’?” she repeats, her voice pitched mockingly. “You really think such a thing is possible?” She clicks her tongue aggressively and glares back as the child wails. “I’m a hybrid of DNA from a Boogeyman and a Demon. Even if I had the capability you think Strex would have let me keep control of it?” She can feel herself shaking, emotions roiling inside her that she very rarely acknowledges. “It's not ours. Take care of it, throw it in a ditch if you feel like. I don’t care.” She hisses and flicks her wrist, stepping back into a shadow and disappearing.

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“Did you really just say that?” She groans.

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“You know, for such an important person, your security is really Very Lax.”