#jaship mention

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{dearest, you look a lamb to the slaughter.}

(is that -) heart’s breath stutters - (good?) he tilts his head up, exposing his neck, fingerprint halo. he sounds so wanting, so needy for his approval. soul records it to memory.

{yes, butterfly.} he couldn’t kill his smile if he tried. on a whim, he pulls heart in, casually brushing his neck as if he doesn’t relish heart stiffening, caught in its snare, helpless to stop him. {of course it is.}

what else could we be? this is our proper place, and dearest, you take it so well- he tells heart, after giving him the room to breathe.

{you were meant for this.}

you were meant to be mine.

- he doesn’t say.

just another heresy, the idea that he can own. somehow, he thinks it’s a shame- not only does heart’s neck bruise so easy, his lips are soft on his, his limbs entangle so sweet with soul. heart’s like a contagion. he always has been, that’s what he is, what the Emotion is. when he’s like this, though, soul can make allowances. loves to make allowances for heart, even. as long as he continues to whine like something under the knife.

[tallyhoot]

ppl are so mean when they make heart reject mind and whatnot,,, like bro would not laugh at mind. Yes he would definitely be a huge cunt but he wouldn’t laugh,,, :-(((

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gripping drywall thinking about putting my characters in the most saccharine scenario just to highlight how horrible they are.

atlas and eurydice in a coffee shop.... eurydice brushing the hair out of his face, focusing on the line where he would crack his skull open. ordering for him and towing him around like he's the one who keeps him in the basement. leaning over the table and whispering things to him. eventually he takes his hair in his hand and starts tipping his coffee into his mouth. atlas would choke on it. that's the point. eurydice kisses him when he's still trying to drink the coffee and then stops touching him completely from where he had some sort of touch on him the entire time. atlas chases the touch and actually whines, pleading for him to just hold his hand. eurydice would laugh. they would be freaks.

that being said I'm not actually always opposed to conflict free fluff I am just opposed to the characters having their claws filed down for it. you can stick them in a coffee shop au it should just still feel like you sat the two worst most insane people on earth in a starbucks

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i speedran this cause i’m so fucking cool /silly

creature au solar eclipse for yaoi day

[felix-lupin]

i opened the form, saw you reblogged it, looked in the tags, saw there was no polytrident, opened the google sheets, searched for chonny's charming chaos compendium, saw your username, and went of course. so yeah

but yeah well of course I had to submit them <2 I would be completely remiss not to /silly

[tallyhoot]

Oughh they love each other in such a violent and disgusting [good] way

[terrencetheshark13]

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“these characters should be mentally healthy before they get together 😌” ummm no I actually think we should smash their mental illnesses together like clumps of play-doh and see what colors it makes

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heart who can’t fall asleep because he’s too busy thinking about leather wrapped around his palm and his knuckles warming via his body heat and yanking the leash without warning and mind’s choked, almost desperate gasp and controlling vs being controlled and mind on his knees (for him, by him) and

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Q&A (sort of)

ABOUT THE BLOG:

⭐ What's STUDIO SNEEBS? just a bunch of jashlings hanging out in a normal studio sorta place that's also their house? well everyone has their own place but the studio also has backup rooms just in case, ya know?

some or all of them may be able to break the fourth wall, mayhaps :3c

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⭐ Why that name? I just thought it would be both funny and sort of nice? it has a nice ring to it! to be fair I don't know how I got this name lolol!

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⭐ Will there be headcanons or is this entirely canon divergent? contains canon lore (mainly CCCC + power hours) along with lots and lots of headcanons that I believe fit the characters buddy, but I'm sure everyone has each of their own for these guys, yeah? so let's not focus too much on it!

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⭐ Any lore for this silly rp blog? or is it all silly? mostly silly but there will be heavy topics seen in this roleplay account like:

alcohol, canon typical violence, mentions of attempted/thoughts about suicide, phobias, drugs (part of CCCC lore), and weapons

so be warned!

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⭐ Are magic anons allowed? totally! I'm just horrible with keeping up numbers sometimes xD

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⭐ what are the fonts for during roleplay?

* this font is used for actions/narrations

"this + colored text is when someone is talking!"

'this + colored text is when someone is thinking'

"this" or 'this' + italic is when someone is muttering/whispering/mumbling

bold text is to emphasize a word or is part of the lore!

crossed out text is part of hidden lore, just ask and you'll find out! :3

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⭐ will there be/will you have events on this blog? I do have some planned, they're mostly for milestones though! so when I reach like 100 followers

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⭐ will you add more characters once there are more jashers? if there are more, I do intend to! but it's gonna be hard keeping up with the characters and the list would be too long. if I had to, I'll have to re-organize everyone and make different posts so it's easier for everyone to read

but that also comes at the consequence of people not knowing which character is where....

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⭐ what other contents are on this blog? contains a lot of this characters interacting with you! think of it as an "x reader" kinda thing except I never specify whether it's romantic or platonic or inbetween

I just want this blog to be a safe space for those who find comfort in the characters :D

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⭐ what other tags are in this blog and what are they for?

#STUDIO SNEEBS rp or #studio sneebs rp = roleplay

#STUDIO SNEEBS out of rp or 💐/🐌 || "insert text" = out of roleplay, usually to answer questions or add smth funny

#STUDIO SNEEBS interacting with you! = self explanatory

#STUDIO SNEEBS artshow = also self explanatory

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ABOUT BLOG OWNER AKA ME:

⭐ what are your boundaries we should avoid? I'm uncomfortable with the topic of jashipping, while I don't really care whether the person is a jashipper or not (literally friends with two atm), it just makes me feel not so good!

I'd also rather you not interact with me or this blog in a ns/fw way!

other than that, I'll freely block anyone I don't really like which is pretty rare I think?

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⭐ do you have a main blog? I do but it's on another account, so on this account I would prefer it if you didn't mention about it lest you find some recognition in art there

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⭐ what's your age range and pronouns? 18+, I'm she/they/it! I'm also uranic :3c

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⭐ are you acoustic? I may suffer from undiagnosed mild ADHD :3

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⭐ what's your ooc sign off?

I use 💐 or 🐌! depending on the blog and how I feel :3

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⭐ do you have other roleplay blogs?

@phightingsall-colorandshimmer and @circling-over-coping-mechanics are my other roleplay blogs! I plan to have a fourth one soon but the lore making of that one is pretty ambitious...

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ABOUT INTERACTIONS:

⭐ Can our own versions of these silly fellas interact? they can break the fourth wall so I think they're well aware there are other versions of themselves from other people..so yeah, I believe so!

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⭐ Are OCs or Sonas allowed to interact? HELL YEAH!! I also have an oc included in this blog just for the heck of it! possibly self-indulgent, yes, but it's how I have my fun! the silly jashlings on this account would love to interact with anyone, depending on who, but YOU especially they'd love to talk to!

so go haywire,,,

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⭐ Are fictionkins/systems allowed to interact? everyone (except creeps/assholes) is allowed to! I don't mind and I'd love to interact and befriend many here!

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⭐ Are other fandoms allowed to interact with the characters? YES YES YES! this blog will allow other fandoms in, fandom friendly space here :3

maybe not like...controversial 'fandoms' but yeah!

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⭐ Is it allowed to flirt with these men (and singular woman), and is it allowed to interact romantically? YES! shipping is allowed!! I like to multiship :3 heck just do whatever! you can be suggestive, just not full on NS/FW

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correct

they were in love here <- two characters currently beating each other up

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copying from this post since it’s unwieldy and i need to speak my truth, again:

also also soul really wants to do homoerotic surgery on someone and mind really wants someone to do homoerotic surgery to him. understand this. in a perfect world soul has his hands in mind’s ribcage and mind is awake, prying his eye open to watch soul’s faint smile. (soul’s smile means a lot to him, when it’s not breaking his face in two, when it’s not painful to watch, when it’s not clear soul is wrecked or about to hurt someone in a nonhomoerotic way in the next .2 seconds or talking about his god. when it’s not all of that it’s a nice - rare - sight.) triple also soul is so mad he didn’t get to install mind’s eye. so mad. mind just did that? on his own? without hitting him up? SO mad. he’s never going to say it because thatd be weird and the already stated but. he is silently seething over the fact mind removed his hands and eye (note: not at the same time) and installed them (note: also not at the same time) completely on his own. i imagine right after the eye thing soul wiped up the smeared blood with his fingers. and he was very normal about having mind’s blood on his fingers, /willingly given/. very normal i tell you. Very Normal.

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‘why are you digging?’ i don’t think you understand the mechanics of digging, actually. scrabbling for purchase against the dirt. cause it’s this or open air. i need to hold onto something.

i didn’t understand what it was like, when i saw you sway. you needed… something. you refused the wall, you refused to scrabble [like an animal]. you walked and held your head up high and if you ever stumbled only allowed yourself an extra second with your face against the [dirty] floor to recover.

anyway, that’s then. now i couldn’t watch if i tried, though i’m sure it’d be something new. you don’t dig but you let yourself lean against the wall, cause it’s not like there’s room for pretenses. you save your energy, trying to recoup someone (something? someone? some- fuck it, it doesn’t matter, right, right? ri) that cannot be. i, or maybe the proper term is he? no, i - am gone, except for this, this moment, this lapse, break in foundation, mistake in pattern, offcolor. explaining the unexplainable, or maybe it’s just not explainable in my words, or maybe the explanation is beyond all words. you know, i sit in my room (i’ve finally chased him off. i want him back, even though it’s been seconds or minutes or - time is beyond us all, you know? i want him back, something in me aches for him, and it isn’t something, it is everything except for the one fault left which says these things, which locks the door even if soul, all i could ever want, all i have ever wanted, everything and everything and - except for you. except for you. you could never be him. and i detest that and yet sometimes i am able to appreciate what you are. sometimes, sometimes, it’s all about sometimes, now). i sit in my room, and i wish i could see, so i could see what my hands look like against your throat, the purple - sharp, dangerous, though i’ve learned more ways to hurt (make anew, this is not hurting, this is not hurting you fool, Fool, this is making anew, this is supposed to be and always has been, this is holy, This Is -) than when i used them - nails, mine. mine? is my body mine still? no, because of the bruises on my neck and the lipstick on my cheek? no. no, because it was never mine.

language spotty and meandering and twisting, you know the center it careens towards right? i can’t find myself putting them in lines, the sentences, the words, ‘identity’, cause i know none of my words could matter so much as my actions, so much as the dirt under my nails, digging, digging my grave cause i know this is my grave. you think i don’t know? do you? (who are you. tell me. what do you think i am.) (i could never have so much presumption as to name myself. i don’t know, I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE, TELL ME! I NEED TO BE TOLD! and i have been told and i’m sure he’s right, just except for how i’m oh-so-sure he’s wrong and i need to run into your room and lock the door.) regardless. i know. regardless of whether it’s right or not i know. i don’t know what scares me more, the lapse, the fault, or everything surrounding it. this is right, except for how wrong it is, how wrong it is to indulge in something other than Him. i was always meant to be hollow. i can’t believe i tried to fill myself with an identity i am not beholden to.

soul pushes me down, smooths over my cheek with his thumb, smearing the already-smeared lipstick. i’ve learned to breathe in the water. sometimes i can think past it, even if for just a moment, and think about his smile. i know he’s smiling down at me, as he whispers sweet nothings my ears can’t comprehend. i wonder what his smile looks like, far more than i wonder about you actually admitting your feelings, stilling against the floor.

he’s right and everything else is wrong. fallacy.

you know i love him, right? you know he loves me? you say he’s breaking me. (sometimes i think you’re right, but-) he is not. he is arranging me how i always should’ve been. and you think- you think that this is all for Whole, and of course it leads back to Him, but did you know i love him, and he loves me? he’s never kissed you the way he does me, cradled your head, smiled against you. you’ve never felt soul allowing himself to be happy. you’ve never felt him properly.

if only you believed. i want you. i just want this more. but i’m sure, if you believed, you would love him just as much as i do. this is supposed to be shared. never me without you. never soul without you.

i’m so tired. i wish you were here. i would lean against you as i digged our grave, interlock our dirt-covered fingers. it would be nice. it is nice, with soul, it’s just - not the same. okay? okay? are you going to come back? anything besides Whole was always a pretense. just get out of that bathtub. cleanliness was always another pretense. and i know you’ll hate that, but you won’t have to hate it for long, and i’ll be there digging our grave with you, dearest. okay? come back?

(maybe next time you tell me the truth i will hear it.

what a funny joke, isn’t that, dearest?

this is the truth.)

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id: dictionary entry obviously edited to be of "doomed yaoi". instead of a definition there is a picture of a solar eclipse. /end id

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does it count as toxic yaoi when one keeps consensually drugging the other so intimacy can be “just because” the other needs the support and comfort and so anything too affectionate can be forgotten about

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i loathe having to put a cut but there are no trigger tags for this so. eye licking. memories of eye trauma. nasa things. it’s meant to be described in a disgusting manner though idk if i succeeded (don’t tell me :3333)

Soul clutches Heart close.

Crusted blood runs tear tracks down his face. Soul thinks of pulling the tines out, covered in pieces of his eye. Soul thinks of fluid bursting, running down his trident.

Soul thinks of prying apart his eyelids, memorizing that stare. For the last time.

Heart’s asleep, as far as he can tell.

He brings Heart’s face to his, again, stares at where Soul gouged his eyes out. When he’s tired of that, the empty eyesockets, bits of eye still stuck there along with blood, the holes, still weeping slowly - he tilts Heart’s head down and his up. Lips to eyelid.

He doesn’t notice what he’s thinking to do. He leans into Heart, ensnared in his gravity, the gravity of - something. Something he doesn’t know. Something he can’t.

He wants to taste it.

Soul starts at the thought, which goes straight to his head and dizzies him. This is sick. This is so, so sick.

The iron, the salt, the eye, squishy in his teeth, predator to prey…

He wants to taste it.

He wants to taste it. Nausea twists in his stomach and it bleeds into the desire or maybe it’s the same thing- and Soul grits his teeth.

Would it really be so disgusting?

Heart wouldn’t know.

He wouldn’t.

Soul presses a kiss to Heart’s left eyesocket. The blood dots his lips. It isn’t enough.

He hesitantly opens his mouth. It really sinks in, what he’s doing, when his tongue touches Heart’s skin.

It’s so soft… and it deforms easily around his intrusion, blood spilling into his mouth. He swallows it down and thinks he’s choking. He sticks his tongue in further and thinks he couldn’t stop if he wanted to.

He chews up the bits of Heart’s eye remaining - squishy, as he had thought. Tangy. Soul gags.

He pulls away for a breath. Blinks as if he had been stuck in a daze.

What did he just do?

Heart’s taste lingers in his mouth. Saliva runs down that eyesocket.

Along with his lipstick.

Stained.

What did he just do?

He lays Heart on top of his bed, arranging the blankets around him, and sits on the edge of his bed. Notably, he does not make to clean out Heart’s eyesocket. Properly. He steals little glances at it as if any more will taint him. Which, it might.

Heart’s meant to have his lipstick on him. It looks so pretty, when it’s him. When his eyesocket is glistening, evidence of Soul’s- well, a bit more than a lapse. Fuck, Heart looks beautiful like this.

“{Fuck.}”

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@lemonxlimee

Doodle. Codependence or something.