I am inimitable, I am an original

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[yandereskies]

If your entire crew ended up in the hunger games who do you think is going to be the last one to survive ?

Rose. After seeing some of the stuff she has sent on @tiny-yan-an ’s blog i have no doubts she could probably win with ease.

[tiny-yan-an]

I fear the day Rose is in the hunger games. I don't fear for her no she would win... It's the other contestants I fear for...*shiver*

[fandomstoryteller-deactivated20]

Then and Now

Pairing(s): Jameson Jackson x Reader

Warning(s): slight angst, fluff

AU: Reincarnation

Requested by: Anon

Requests are open!

The man before you who looked exactly like your best friend stood still, his expression stuck in a surprised look. You were sure that you had been looking at him like that at first too until you realized that while he looked like your friend he wasn’t Jack.

“You’re the ‘new’ ego,” You say. unsure really of what to think. There were possibilities of him being Anti, and no one really wanted to be associated with him - most of the time. 

Almost like he heard you silent accusations, a saddened, yet understanding look is sent your way, but he didn’t say anything.  In fact, he couldn’t. Not normally at least.

He takes a step forward, signing something, but you looked on at him confused. You didn’t know ASL, it was something you wanted to learn but never started it. He is quick to realize this, sadness appearing on his face for a moment before he gave the motion of having a great idea.

He snaps his fingers and he is soon writing quickly in a notepad. 

“I am not him. I am Jameson Jackson.” He gives you time to read this before he is writing something again. “Don’t you remember me?”

You furrow your brows, what is he talking about?This was your first time ever meeting him. You look at him, his face full of his emotions - hope and fear. 

“Am I supposed to?”

Laughter filled the air as cheesy jokes were being told in their shared room. It wasn’t the usual, heartfelt laughter full of energy - their laughter was weak. But both of them still held a smile on their face, their hands moving as a way of communicating. 

It took a long time, but sign language was a need to learn after he had lost his voice. They didn’t understand, and it was something he didn’t want to reveal, just that it had something to do with him disappearing for a while and popping up out of nowhere. 

This time he decided to stay, only because he realized his time with them was running short. They were sick and there was no cure for what they had at the times he went to. 

So he stayed, even as he lays with them in bed, their breathing becoming difficult and heart struggling to beat. He wanted them to be happy and feel loved until the end. And that is exactly what he did.

Wishing to meet them again, as he cried while he held them.

It was almost frustrating learning this. You were having trouble memorizing the right signs and their meaning. After a few times talking to Jameson and believing that he held no relations to Anti whatsoever, you decided that it was time to learn ASL. 

Keeping it a secret from him was starting to be difficult and you are so close to just asking him for help. But your stubbornness to surprise him prevented you from doing so.

Ever since that first meeting, Jameson never mentioned if you remembered him again. The sad expression on his face after your words made you regret them. Over the little time knowing him it was obvious he knew you. He knew your name without you ever even saying it. 

At first, it all weirded you out, but it wasn’t hard to see that everything he did do and say was all very sweet and caring. It wasn’t meant in any bad way and even though it was odd, you never stopped him.

knock knock knock

The sound startled you a little, but you get up from your bed and open the door. Except, there was no one there. Instead on the floor was a set of flowers, your favorite ones too. Bending down to pick it up, you notice the little-folded note attached to it. 

There was no way to stop the blush on your face, 

You may not remember me, and that’s okay. It just means we get to fall in love all over again.

Next to this, was his signature in fancy cursive that you could only wish to be able to write in. You walk back into your room, gently placing the flowers on your desk before sitting back in the middle of your bed in front of your laptop. But your eyes were locked on the flowers, mind stuck on the words. 

You wanted to remember, not just for him, but for yourself. He had these memories and knowledge of you, you didn’t have or ever told anyone. You let out a sigh and fall back. 

How did he know you?

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” They apologized first, having bumped into a complete stranger.

Finally, they snap themselves out of whatever they were thinking and he - the stranger - is quick to apologize on his behalf. His voice smooth and accented.It catches their attention and they smile.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Jameson Jackson, it’s a pleasure, my lady.”

“I love you.”

He stared at them in slight shock, he wanted to be the first one to say it. But he had to think that this was better, cuz it would have taken him longer to tell them that. Jameson leaned forward until his lips were pressed against theirs. 

“I love you too.” They both smile in the kiss. Giggles leave their mouth as he started peppering kisses all over her face. “I love you, forever, and ever.”

And he meant that.

“I, Y/N, take Jameson Jackson to be my husband…” They continue, saying the vows that they had written for this day. They were crying a bit while saying them, only at the sight of tears in his own eyes. 

And then it was his turn.

“I, Jameson Jackson, take Y/N to be my wife/husband. I promise to always take care of you, to love you unconditionally in this life, the next, and forever more….”

“Whats wrong?” They asked, wondering why their husband won’t talk - not directly out of his mouth after disappearing for a month. “Did something happen?”

Jameson shook his head. He signaled for them to just watch, and so they do. He holds out his hand, then puts in in a snapping position and then - a little pad and pen is suddenly in his hands. 

They stare, wide-eyed and confused at what he just did. Jameson goes on to write on the pad before turning it to show them.

“I lost my voice. I can’t tell you much except for that I am sorry and that I love you so much.”

Of course, they forgave him after he did everything he could for it. But during the whole time he thought they were still mad at him, they were actually learning sign, and the frustration of getting the meanings wrong a lot was taken out on him without meaning to. Still, it warmed his heart and brought tears to his eyes when They finally went to him and showed him.

it was a few years after this did They get sick, and eventually, he lost them.

“Jameson!” You shot at him when you see him again. It took you a long time to learn this, and an even longer time to figure out your strange feelings for the mute man. You may not remember him, and it made you think that maybe that’s for a better. He travels through time occasionally, and it made you realize - maybe there was once another you?

He confirmed this when you brought it up to him. 

JJ turns towards you and animatedly greats you. You smile at his energy and grees him back. You say,

“I have something to show you.”

He gestures for you “Okay” and you take a big breath of air to calm your nerves.  You knew exactly what to do, why the anxiety?

Well…

I love you.

You kept your eyes closed as you sign this, not wanting to see his reaction to your confession. What you missed was his eyes watering and the happiest, loved filled expression taking over his face. You felt arms wrap around you in a tight hug, and your eyes snap open at the feeling of Jameson hugging you. He only pulls away for a minute to sign back.

I love you, too.

[tiny-yan-an]

AHHHHHH OK BUT I LOVE THIS SO MUCH????? THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS!!!!! MY HEART DID THE '!!!!' THING OH MY GOSH!!!!! :D

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I feel silly but I wrote a small story and can’t figure out how to submit anonymously-jell-o anon

Hmmm…there should be a way. I think Sushi mentioned something about it a while back

[tiny-yan-an]

Log out and view clanwarrior-tumbly without logging in then submit 👍

[tiny-yan-an]

The ever lovely @sweet-heart-anon made my bb Kane a Pokemon team and dear God how could I not draw them all out?! So! Here we have Sableye Liepard Cacturne Weavile Primarina And Gourgeist! Honestly I love this team and I have another one to draw still! I just really appreciate my friends ideas cause they're super cool!!!

[tiny-yan-an]

Wanna see something spooky?

Boom. Happy werewolf with a flower crown.

Wanna see something even spookier?

Jim.

*coughcough*and @sweet-heart-anon *coughcough*

[yandereskies]

Eeeeyyyyyy friendo, here's a thought. Drider Host just being so done with knights wandering in all cocky cause he's blind they think they can kill him easy peasy. Plesentky suprised when a human runs into him in the woods all polite and such saying they got lost and after he told them how to leave (cause they were kind to him) they come back with some sort of small gift as a thanks. And he's just.... So Happy? With this new type of interaction???

“Um- excuse me mister, i am a little lost. Would you kindly point me in the direction of a village please?”

“…. the Host is openly confused why the small human hasnt threatened to attack him yet, admitting that he is slightly hesitent to believe this new human…”

“What reason would i have to lie? This is your home after all. It was admittedly rude for me to trespass to begin with. Please accept my deepest apologies.”

“………….. The Host made up his mind. This human was too sweet to eat-”

“What?”

“the host said nothing-”

[tiny-yan-an]

She seemed to stop for a second- she left the knife in the other, before going and sitting down on a rest... before she started crying, “But I can’t-“ she was upset now- very upset, “He might reject me-“ she looked close to sobbing already.. -🥀

...hey now, let's think about this ok? Yes he could but he could also feel something for you. Isn't that worth the risk?

[tiny-yan-an]

Tw) You were answered with multiple sounds of pain, the knife getting plunged in and out of the other’s back multiple times. “See If Glitchy Love had someone to care for him- he wouldn’t neeeeed to go out as often- but no- he doesn’t.” -🥀

BECAUSE HES A GUY AND YOU GOTTA BE CLEAR THAT YOU LIKE HIM AND CARE FOR HIM, BE THAT PERSON AND STOP STABBING PEOPLE PLEASE

[tiny-yan-an]

*is gone for days*

Guess who? Time for spam posting!!!

*1-2 hours later*

Well shit it's late, gnight!

*repeat*

[tiny-yan-an]

Tw) "I- I- he had went a little overboard the other night. I told him- to try and get control of himself-“ Jackie was interrupted with another stab, “You don’t get to do that little ‘hero.’ Honestly, how do they even call you a hero?” Rose anon was clearly not at her best at the moment.... -🥀

R O S E WERE NOT TALKING ABOUT SCOLDING A PUPPY HERE, ANTI IS V DANGEROUS SO YES IF HE DID SOMETHING BAD IT WOULD BE A GOOD THING TO REEL IT BACK MUCH LIKE HOW YOU NEED TO! JESUS!

[tiny-yan-an]

Tw) “.....” Jackie was the one to answer, “I Uh- I started to talk to Anti about something-“ “YOU WERE TRYING TO CHANGE HIM YOU LITTLE BITCH,” The rose anon grabbed a knife and embedded it into the other’s shoulder, resulting in a pained sound and tears in the other’s eye. -🥀

LETS NOT STABBY ANYONE OK SO JACKIEBOY MAN TALKED TO HIM WHATS SO BAD THAT HE TALKED ABOUT? ALMOST NOTHING WARRENTS THIS!

[notlikingbestgirl]

Standard anime plot

[tiny-yan-an]

I searched for this for you guys. Laugh.

[tiny-yan-an]

Tw) “Oh no honey- this little ego....” she giggled, before pulling off the hood, revealing a very frightened jackieboyman, “Isn’t leaving here unless it’s in a body bag.” She hummed, before seemingly starting to think some more. -🥀

DO N O T MURDED THE HERO WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?!?!

[tiny-yan-an]

Someone come talk to me about my boy Angus cause he doesn't get enough love

[tiny-yan-an]

After finishing patching up Yan, Bim makes his way back to you. He is thinking of what he wanted as the favor. A date? Sex? Marriage? For you to alway be his no matter how much you scream? Bim wanted to do all the above but knew that others would stop him. Dark would kill him if he tried anything to extreme so the last three were out of the question. “A date could be nice,” Bim thought to himself, “on that date I could show hun bun just how we were meant to be. Then we could do the rest.” ~52/?

A date isn't that bad that can be managed just be careful a date won't kill anyone

[tiny-yan-an]

Tw) “Awe! I’m sorry honey! You should try soaking them in epsom salt and hot water to help,” she nodded and smiled, before turning back to the knives, “Stress relief basically.... what should we do to this bitch before we kill him....” -🥀

I'll try that rose thanks! Also this... Someone... Should really be sent back home though I doubt that's gonna happen till you get some stress out

[tiny-yan-an]

Tw) “Because... firstly, I’ve had a pretty shitty last few days,” she pulled down a folded up thing, before rolling it out on one of the tables, revealing a large selection of knives, “And Secondly, I still don’t have my precious Glitchy love- WHICH IS A PROBLEM,” she threw one of the knives at the ego, it ending up in their thigh. -🥀

First of all, same with the shitty days oh my god I ended up at the gym punching a punching bag till my knuckles were bleeding because what is self preservation? Secondly WHY IS THIS YOUR RESPONCE TO NOT HAVING HIM YET???