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Hiiiii fellow Jack Fiddler enjoyer hiiiii tell me your fun facts or aus or head canons or whatever hiiii <3 I love all ur art

I am so sorry this took me so long to get to!! I had a really manic couple of weeks but yay! It's hard to come by other people who appreciate Jack too so it's so cool that you reached out, your blog is very cool :0

In terms of AUs, I have a little fic that's a "Jack survives" one, because I'm nothing if not self-indulgent and seeing him make it through the night is a strong desire of mine! It's this one, I want to maybe do more with it at some point because he's a fun fellow to write..,

Headcanon/fact wise I have a few, but I'm terrible at rattling them off the cuff so I'm just gonna say!! Big dog guy, would probably own a pack's worth of assorted breeds if he wasn't living an absolute nightmare - also! An artist, which is very fun, I love all the diagrams in his journals, it lends a little depth that we otherwise don't get to see much of because he's really good. Makes you wonder what he'd have done with his life if he wasn't a born-hermit.

& Little scribble of him for your time heehhe

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the way to my heart is sprinkling in proof that you read my pages & i will always try to do that for ur ocs too <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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[ @maggoths // plotted starter ]

-- FUNNY, HE THOUGHT HE'D REACHED THE END OF THE COUNTRY AROUND PORTLAND BUT HE'D GLANCED ACROSS THE OCEAN TO SEE ANOTHER ISLAND. He'd heard whispers amongst the dock workers, the fishermen and lobster boats off towards "the unbridged islands".

It was a seasick ride there, the waves themselves pushing back and away. They hadn't wanted to take him, whispers of cannibals and Satan and sins-- It had taken a wad of cash and telling some stories of his own Damned place and it's cannibals, for Captian Sturgess to agree to ferry him across. He had to work his way there, help haul up nets and clean the deck but, fine. It was worth it.

Jack wasn't sure if Madhee had any influence this far away, a whole content stretched between his curse-god and this water-tempest but he gripped his hands on the iced metal railing of the boat and whistled out the blessing-song.

Made it to land-- He looked back and the boat had vanished off the cleat, the red rope slung over the dock like innards of some slain kill. Like the boat had never been there.

Oh, but there was yew nearby. He could feel it, a warmth in his chest like fire, embers, hope. He hitched his backpack higher on his shoulders and stepped down the pier.

There was something whispering in the winds, some fear trying to take old in his mind. Circling like a shark and trying to push it's way past his skull into the most primal parts of his mind: this fool's errand you can't save Hawk, you're running from your troubles, those damned things are going to get lose off the mountain because you've left.

The terrain slipped quickly from ocean waterfront to a hot-hot desert. Ah, the old mountain man never liked the heat.

Wasn't long until he found trouble. A mortuary, a car accident right in front.

The Mad Dogs never touched the bodies-- that was the rule, what with the cannibal spirit running rampant in the ice and snow. But, the car was on fire and god-- let's see if he's still fireproof without the protective hand of his mountain covering him-- His sleeves singed but his hands unburnt as he hauled the corpse out of the car.

He'd seen enough charred bodies to know survival from death. No. no. There wasn't any saving this one. He hummed out the blessing-song to ferry the soul to somewhere warmer but, there was no use fretting over the dead.

He'd been blessed, not had to play Old Shuck since Hawk had fallen ill. That was still her job. Would forever be her job, hopefully. And he still technically wasn't, with the charred body in his arms. Every instinct screaming not to touch the body, that first defense against the innate urge to feast.

He kicked at the door's wheelchair button and hollered though the glass doors, slipped inside as soon as the doors opened enough. "Hello? I-- I found... someone."

// @maggoths

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don't get me wrong there are threads I'm intentionally writing it as fun n happy refuge for runaways, because honestly I need a break from the doom n gloom & so do my friends !!!

but in my heart? Mad Dogs were like three steps away from a cult, you feel me?

has anyone yet picked up on the disconnect between Jack's memories of the Mad Dogs vs the reality bc I have been weaving that in for a while, I hope I was successful

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has anyone yet picked up on the disconnect between Jack's memories of the Mad Dogs vs the reality bc I have been weaving that in for a while, I hope I was successful

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The Sanitarium was a snarling open wound, scabbed over with bars on broken windows. Hawk led Sami and Jack deep into the winding labyrinth-innards-intestines of the tiled halls.

"Stay close." Hawk hummed, held her blunderbuss at her hip. Jack brought up the rear with the shotgun against his shoulder. Both had extra rounds in a pouch at his chest.

The PREY's calls grew louder. There was one humanlike scream in the midst of all the animal screeching.

Rows of cages from the old "insane asylum" were filled with those Damned things. Six in total at varying levels of transformation. Each cage glowed a different level of uranium-green as the curse and the tainted earth fought for control of the skeleton.

One was folded in his cell, almost grown too large. Another was still human, almost. Still wearing hiking gear that barely fit their growing limbs. The eyes clouded with a glowing green, the lips pulled back as the growing skull beneath pushed the skin taut. He was chained by the neck with heavy iron.

"This is Billy, the newest. He's about seventy two hours into his transformation." Hawk looked to Sami. "We tried mistletoe to save him, it didn't seem to work. We were thinking about trying absinthe next. That's the Mad Dog ritual, makes sense to rid the curse that way." Hawk nodded to Jack who held up a flask.

"What do you want to know?"

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“who’s your favorite character?” my friend’s oc. “who’s your favorite character in canon?” my friend’s oc. “your favorite character can’t be your friend’s oc!” the posters on my walls and discord messages say otherwise. my wound has a heartbeat and only my friend’s oc can fix it. goodbye chat

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Bob Washington buying Madhee

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LEGENDS ARE MADE IN SHALLOW GRAVES, RAISED TO MEET DISASTERS EMBRACE.

THE PRIME EXAMPLE OF A DYING BREED!

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Spill it + "Do you really think you still got what it takes anymore? Lookin' a little old to me."

-- HIS HACKLES RAISE, IN THAT FAMILIAR WAY.

OH, NO ONE AROUND TO HEAR THE DANGER WHISTLE ANYMORE BUT HE WHISTLES IT ANYWAY. an o'death carried on the frozen wind. Three rising notes and then a crashing low note:

MAKKAPITEW IS NEAR!

Jack readied the flamethrower, braced his crampons against the ice.

Changed, changed, changed! A bloodied human stepped out of the treeline. But Jack felt his old scars twinge. He'd know this soul anywhere in any age, in any form.

Of course, once given voice he'd TAUNT HIM, they'd danced this dance for ages. Didn't want to kill him, no. Oh, that would ruin the thrill of the chase, wouldn't it?

"Older n' wiser, maybe." His finger twitched-twitched on the flamethrower.

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I initially restarted this blog bc I was hoping to find until dawn rpers that remembered me ie old friends but instead I just kinda ran into some weird cliques that I always felt uncomfortable on the fringes of so I'm officially like, not gonna rp until dawn anymore??? Like I'm not even connected, I was just doing it for nostalgia but Jack has moved so far past that.

And I deserve to be loved, not tolerated.

IF WE ARE STILL MUTUALS, I would love to rp until dawn with you but honestly??? I'm burnt out with everyone trying to get me to rp "the stranger".

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a collection

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FANTASY SETTINGS / LOCATIONS PROMPTS *  fantasy location based prompts for starters, adjust as necessary

[ 01 ] under the shelter of an ancient oak tree in the depths of a dark forest

[ 02 ] a rickety bridge hanging over a massive waterfall

[ 03 ] a tiny village bakery, the shelves stocked with freshly baked goods

[ 04 ] standing beside a massive magical portal. who knows where it might lead?

[ 05 ] the darkest depths of a dragon's lair, gold glittering at your feet

[ 06 ] a vast, empty field with a bright blue sky overhead

[ 07 ] the space between two shelves stuffed with magical tomes and old leatherbound journals

[ 08 ] a rowdy village tavern crowded with drunk, singing patrons

[ 09 ] a winding path in the dark that leads to nowhere

[ 10 ] the crumbling remains of a burnt-out homestead

[ 11 ] another realm, unknown to you, the lights bright enough to blind you

[ 12 ] a tiny tent in the middle of the woods, the fading embers of your campfire still glowing just outside the door

[ 13 ] a tidy apothecary shop crowded with labeled jars and bowls of supplies

[ 14 ] the fiery lair of your mortal enemy

[ 15 ] the hallowed halls of an ancient sanctuary, stone walls covered in vines and light peeking in through cracks in the ceiling

[ 16 ] a civilized throne room, lanterns lit on the walls leading up to the throne itself

[ 17 ] a dewy meadow perfect for a picnic

[ 18 ] a valley packed with tents, knights , and weapons all readying themselves for a major battle

[ 19 ] a bright, snowy glen

[ 20 ] a strange village doused in darkness, the streets teeming with cloaked figures and suspicious individuals

[ 21 ] a chilly cave hidden behind a waterfall

[ 22 ] in the midst of a dangerous battle, bandits attacking from all sides

[ 23 ] at the foot of a massive, venerated shrine, one that's been forgotten by time and worn down with age

[ 24 ] a busy village market, shopkeepers shouting their prices and selling their wares to curious passerby

[ 25 ] a magical greenhouse with glowing plants and precious, healing herbs

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Confession: the main reason I rp is to find people to watch shitty horror movies with me (you should watch shitty horror movies with me)

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

Send an emoji and I’ll make a moodboard for:

🌞 my muse’s aesthetic 

🌙 your muse’s aesthetic

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 my muse’s family

💼 my muse’s job/occupation

🍕 my muse’s favorite foods

💛 our muses’ relationship 

💕 our muses’ romantic relationship 

🔮 my muse’s zodiac sign

🏨 my muse’s town/country 

🏠 my muse’s home

📚 my muse’s past/childhood

🎨 my muse’s favorite color

⭐ one of my muse’s AU (please specify)

⚡ one of your muse’s AU (please specify)

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I learned to transition between open g & d7 on my banjo yippee yippee yippee !!!

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rewriting that earlier bit b/c i don't think *jack* would actually do it but *i myself* am still v curious about what would happen if you took hannadigo's fingers and grafted them onto mike's hand via mountain magic ok

like it would obviously give you some sort of powers but wat

also ouuuuuugh the idea of mike carrying around the weight of what he did to hannah