#jeri's ask tag

[jerich0two]

could you draw Emily of Hazbin Hotel?

Order up! /lhj

[daiwild]

on the mention of reqs do u think you could draw the jerries together.... sillies

You interrupted...whatever they were doing.

[lucirine]

ummmm Don’t question the last one. anyways guess what i got into

[itsdefinitely]

obsessed with the jerries and your in-depth analyzes of them

the scorpion and the frog :(

[lifemod17]

Every once in a while a Hozier TikTok pops up on my FYP and uhm… I've never seen or heard about this before??? 😀😀😀

https://www.tiktok.com/@katesierrarose/video/7297204665635228974

Hozier with Trinity Orchestra doing a cover of Time by Pink Floyd you will always be famous to me!!! discovering this for the first time is so magical and i wish i could experience that again

Mel was also shook upon finding out about this so I am linking her ask here because she made some valid points and it has the full video of the cover they did!

[victor-aguilar]

ali. what the fuck did you do.

girljeripocalypse2024

[hiodoshi-ao]

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[possibly-evil]

Fanfic Request: Grace realizing she's gay and in love with Steph.

hell yeah!! posted it on ao3, but ill copy paste the full work under the cut.

this could mean… danger (1619 words) by possibly_evil Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hatchetfield Series - Team StarKid Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Grace Chasity/Stephanie Lauter Characters: Grace Chasity, Stephanie Lauter, Girl Jeri (Hatchetfield), Boy Jerry (Hatchetfield), Peter Spankoffski Additional Tags: Internalized Homophobia, they're so gay, grace is aromantic in my eyes but this was a request from tumblr, and I'm a sucker for gay ppl Summary: Boy Jerry and Girl Jeri confront Grace about her hug with Stephanie at Abstinence camp.

Grace clasped her hands together. Boy Jerry and Girl Jeri sat in front of her at their shared desk, just large enough that their chairs didn’t touch. Jerry had a look of disapproval on his face, while Jeri seemed more disappointed than angry.

“Grace, I'm sure you know why we’ve called you in here,” Boy Jerry finally began, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Grace put on a smile, making herself appear much more confident than she felt.

“Oh Jerries, you know It was all just a misunderstanding. I wanted to hug my friend. She was nervous,” Grace explained, placing a hand on her heart. “The poor thing. You’ve heard the rumours about her, I'm sure,” She whispered to them. Girl Jeri looked down, lip quivering.

“Yes. The poor lamb… she’s far too young for that sort of thing.” Girl Jeri took a steading breath. “But that still doesn’t excuse it. You shared prolonged physical contact with another camper, which you know is against the rules. Miss Lauter is free from punishment, as she hadn’t been briefed on the rules yet. But you… we expected better from you, Grace.” Girl Jeri shook her head. Grace nodded, but she wasn’t going to give up just yet. She couldn’t let this infraction stay on her record.

“I know, and it was silly of me to break the rules, but I assure you our hug was of friendly nature. I was just excited to see my best friend at camp this year. You know I… don’t have many friends,” Grace said, playing up her sadness. Girl Jeri seemed touched by Grace's words, and seemed ready to let her go. Boy Jerry’s face was still stern.

“How can we be sure of that, Grace? Are we sure that your feelings aren’t… something more?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Grace felt her stomach drop. Was he accusing her of being…

“I don’t feel sexually attracted to anybody, Jerry. You know that sort of thing must wait until marriage. And I assure you, I would never consider a relationship with a girl. That’s wrong, you know. Unholy.” Boy Jerry nodded.

“Yes, it is, Grace. How often do you go to church?” Boy Jerry asked, not showing any signs of accepting her argument.

“Once a day, twice on sundays.” Grace answered without missing a beat.

“Then how is it that you still live a life of sin?” He hissed, slamming his hands on the desk. Grace gasped quietly and leaned away. Girl Jeri reached out to Boy Jerry, almost touching his shoulder. She mumbled something to him, but he dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Grace said, regaining her composure.

“You are an unholy creature, Grace. You yourself said it, a girl loving a girl is wrong. But I see the signs in you. Stephanie has corrupted your spirit, and filled your heart with sin.” Grace was astounded.

“What?” Was all she managed to gasp. Her? In love? With Steph? Grace felt the disgust rising in her stomach. She was a good, normal girl. A normal girl who wouldn’t feel any attraction until she was safely married. Especially not attraction to a woman.

“Come with us. We’re going to the confession booth.” The counselors stood and led Grace out of the room. She followed them in a daze. No. She wasn’t one of those people. She was normal. Normal. She felt her pulse pick up. She couldn’t go confess to something she didn’t do. The Lord would make everything right, she knew it. He wouldn’t do something like this to her. He wouldn’t taint her with unholiness. She prayed that some divine intervention would change Boy Jerry’s mind. 

They were within sight of the church now. It was small, reserved just for the summer camp. Grace loved the little church, but now it felt sharp and threatening, looming over her as Boy Jerry climbed the steps. Grace stopped, and realized with sudden clarity that she couldn’t let this happen. 

Grace turned and bolted away. She’d always prided herself on being a fast runner, and she was lucky enough to have worn her good sneakers today. By the time the councilors had registered what happened, Grace was already tearing into the forest, turning and zig-zagging, trying to make her path unfollowable. Once she felt confident that she was deep inside the witchwood, she stopped to catch her breath. She leaned against a tree, gasping for air. She didn’t need to worry. Boy Jerry would realize his mistake. The Lord would never make Grace anything other than a normal, good, christian woman. 

Right?

Grace jumped as she heard voices approaching. Had they found her already? She ducked behind a bush as a hiking group made their way down a forest path, singing ‘Down By the Bay’ as they walked. Grace held still as she watched camper after camper pass her. At the very end of the line, Stpeh walked with a boy wearing glasses, who Grace recognised from school. Grace found her eyes locked on Steph. The boy made a joke and Steph snorted, shoving his shoulder in a friendly manner. She looked away from him, off to the side of the path. Grace ducked, but it wasn’t fast enough.

“Grace?” Steph asked, stopping. Grace held still.

“Grace, I saw you. Come on out.” Grace timidly stood up, avoiding eye contact. Steph mumbled to the boy that she’d catch up with him in a minute. The boy shrugged and kept walking. Steph kneeled down next to Grace.

“Weren’t you getting a lecture from Boy Jerry or something?” Steph asked. Steph pointed at her cheek and made a wiping motion, telling Grace there was something on her face. Grace didn’t really register that, she was too busy looking up at Steph.

My best friend. That’s all. Friendship.

“Yeah, uh, we finished. I was trying to find the rest of the group and I guess I got lost,” Grace said, lying through her teeth. Steph rolled her eyes, tucking her dark hair back behind her ear.

Friends. It’s normal to like your best friend’s hair. She has amazing hair. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.

“Yeah right. What really happened, chastity?” She asked. Grace frowned at the mispronunciation of her last name. People said it like that to make fun of her, usually (though she didn’t understand what was so ‘nerdy’ about being chaste). Steph was too bold, too brash. Though Grace had to admit, boldness was a good look on Steph.

Friendship. It’s just friendship.

“I have sinned!” She blurted out. She clapped a hand over her mouth. Oh no. What would she think of her now? Would she ridicule her for the rest of her life? She would be the talk of the town. I’m a normal girl. Normal. Normal.

“Mmm… ‘kay? And?” Steph said, unimpressed. “Everyone sins. It's called being human. I never really got your whole… thing. It’s fine to mess up, Grace.” Grace shook her head, looking down to brush some dirt off her jeans.

“No it’s not! Listen, Boy Jerry accused me of something bad. Very bad. And I… I ran away. I’m scared that he…” She looked back up at Steph.

“I’m scared that he’s right.” Steph scrunched up her eyebrows.

“Wait so- so what did you do? Or did you not do it?” Steph asked, tilting her head.

“It wasn’t an accusation of doing something… he accused me of… of being something.” It took a second, but Steph realized what she meant.

“Oh,” She said, recalling how someone had yelled at Grace for hugging Steph. They’d probably brought her in to interrogate her about that. Grace held back tears. Steph would hate her now, she knew it.

“I’m a monster,” She whispered. She hated how she felt. She hated how Boy Jerry was right. Who was she kidding, Steph was the most wonderful person Grace had ever met. The way she made her felt was like nothing she’d ever felt before. And the things that raced through her mind, fantasies of what she could do if she had Steph alone for herself… Grace felt like throwing up. Why was she thinking these things? She needed to stop. She needed to-

Grace’s thoughts faded when Steph hugged her.

What?

“Grace, you’re not a monster,” Steph said, pulling away. “Ok, I don’t know what you’ve been told, but being gay isn’t bad.”

“But- yes it is!” Grace shouted, pushing Steph away from her. Steph sighed.

“Grace… not everything everyone tells you is true. Listen, I don’t know shit about the Bible or God, but… do you think He'd make you gay as a punishment? You’re probably, like, His favorite person.” Grace felt her stomach flip at that compliment.

“But… but marriage is between a man and a-”

“Ohhhh shut up!” Steph groaned. “No the fuck it isnt! Where does it say that in the Bible? Don’t answer, that was a rhetorical question,” She said before Grace could respond.

“Listen, Grace. The Bible went through, like, a bajillion translations made by homophobic racist guys. Who knows what your God actually wanted?” Grace opened her mouth to argue, but she couldn’t think of anything to say to that. Steph was right. Her eyes began to water, and she looked back up at the beautiful girl in front of her.

“But- Steph, you’re my best friend. I don’t want to- I mean- you and that boy-” She sniffled and wiped her eyes, looking away.

“Hey. Grace,” Steph said, taking the girl’s hand. “We’ll figure it out. Together. Ok?” She said, cupping Grace’s face in her free hand. Grace nodded, and tightened her grip on Steph’s hand.

“C’mon, let’s catch up with the others.”

[jerichocalico]

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howdy !! soy kawo :3

oc sideblog i made after a friend of mine encouraged its creation…hai aimil smiles so wide

[19 || he/him; trans || aut+bpd || mixed bipoc from the south🫶 bisexual…taps chin]

main: @mephibon

beloved: @wolfjawcd

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#jericho — my sweet angel cowboy !! old man princess !! he’s one half of me…more in a sec

#jericho [mod.] — modern au jeri :3c him but in an early 2000s setting; mechanic !!

#francisco — other main cowboy heheh, rowdy bounty hunter with a promiscuity problem

#francisco [mod.] — modern au paquito, also a mechanic but he works for jeri ¡ he’s trans here :3

#ivan — the other half of me…evil old psychiatrist with a strange moral compass ermm beats him over the head (i cannot help myself); the setting is 1987 !!

#? — asks !! pls specify the oc! i looove these

#!!! — favorites :3

« » more oc tags under the cut !! « »

#tabitha — Jericho’s late wife, gentle but hard-working Lakota woman who was set to bear twin girls before her unfortunate passing

#lluvia — Ivan’s younger sister; well-off because of him, and has a little 3-person unit of her own !

#félix — Lluvia’s husband, not super fleshed out so questions are welcome!!

[sweethangman]

annahanover -> sweethangman

names: logan, fig, matilda, anna, kal, duke, quincy and more!

writing masterpost, tag guide, sideblog guide 🇵🇸

matching blog theme with my lovely boyfriend @the-nauseabeforethegame!!

mutuals, please tag billford and girl jeri x anyone [excluding campweavers] as #logan look away if you can!

^^ matching with @the-nauseabeforethegame!

^^ matching with @paranormaltheatrekid, @average-book-enjoyer, and @just-watching-dont-worry!

mutuals can ask for vent blog :)

no dni, i block freely.

[jerich0two]

Boop

You think this is funny? /j

[daiwild]

my ship request for u is the jerries. they deserve to be happy please god someone let them be happy

They were probably a normal family for a few minutes

[captain-of-the-clouds]

Hi, I'm Jeri!

I'm captain of the E.L. Spence, specialised in salvage and currently looking for a mission.

I'm from Madagascar and genderfluid- a woman under the sun and clear skies and a man under clouds and both if I'm uncertain or there is weather outside this pattern. You can always ask my pronouns but I don't mind most of them.

That's all I think!

Tags:

Sunny skies: when I'm female

Clouds on the horizon: when I'm male

A bit of both: both male and female

Answering the tides: asks

Old logs: some old salvage mission logs- the Thunderhead suggested uploading them here.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own this charcter in any way, this is all in good fun. If Neal Shusterman finds this account I will probably take it down. This is in no way offical, canon or commercial.

Run by @arsonashes

I will tag every post with roleplay, and I encourage others to tag their posts likewise too, as I know some people like to filter that tag- whether because they struggle is derealization or they simply do not wish to see it.

Feel free to send me asks, in or out of character as they are always fun!

[epithet-beloved]

Hi I'm shimmying in here awkwardly but can we have some ideas for Jericho x Dixon for the 3 starving jerixon fans please

MEETING HALFWAY

synopsis… Dixon and Jericho both need romance advice, and the only people they can ask are their cellmates, who are coincidentally both terrible at it.

ft. Jericho Felocity, Dixon Roughhouse, Ramsey Murdoch, California Slim, Alcatraz

tags… anime campaign, epithet erased spoilers, Slim and Ramsey give awful romantic advice, pre-relationship, mutual pining, straight up painful pining they are both so oblivious, Dixon sorta has a nervous breakdown

word count… 1284

a/n… this is my first time writing Dixon I hope the fandom approves of me ✧ 🦄

“Well, at least it’s not Ramsey.”

Was the first thing California Slim said when Jericho told him he had feelings for Dixon.

“Yeah, but what do I say to him?” Jericho was frantically running on his treadmill to blow off some steam, a clear nervous energy about him. In clear contrast to his normal, everyday frantic running on his treadmill. “I’m not really that great at talking. You think he even notices me at all?”

“Oh, don’t listen to Slim, Jeri!” Alcatraz was much more enthusiastic about this matter than the murderer he was attached to, and saw fit to float next to Jericho trying to calm his nerves. “Dixon seems like he’s got a lot to say himself, I’m sure he just appreciates you being a good listener!”

“Yeah,” Slim scoffed, “a lotta crazy bullshit to say.”

The ghost turned to glare at his companion, but with no face, the look of disappointment on his face was left entirely to the imagination.

Jericho, lost in thought about his current dilemma, seemed utterly oblivious to the argument going on behind him. “Yeah, maybe it’s better if I just let him talk. I don’t want him to think I’m weird or anything.” Almost as if to demonstrate his point, the man’s body phased partially through the front of his treadmill whilst he continued to ‘run’ in place as if nothing were wrong.

“Jericho, everyone in this place is goddamn weird. And Dixon’s a nut — guys like him can’t afford to be picky about their company.” Slim just watched his cellmate for a few seconds, then sighed and massaged his temples. Usually, Jericho was an alright guy to bunk with, but sometimes he could be a real headache……. “You sure a relationship in prison could even work? You guys only see each other during lunch time.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Alcatraz quickly said, as he did after pretty much everything Slim told people. “I’m sure you two will find a way! You’re such creative souls!”

“That’s sure a way to put it…..” The actual murderer eventually stood up, finally deciding to do something about his poor friend’s predicament. “C’mon, man, you got yourself all outta sorts.” Thinking it would help somehow, he gave Jericho a hearty slap on the back to try and force him out of the treadmill, but this only created a bigger problem.

“Oh, that’s not good!”

“No fucking shit, Sherlockatraz!” The two unfortunate souls were currently faced with their friend lodged halfway through the cell wall, legs dangling in a janky position. Slim first pressed his ear to the wall, trying to make out if the speed runner was suffocating to death like he did last time. “You breathing in there, dumbass?!”

“Oh,” came Jericho’s voice from the other cell. “Hi Dixon!”

California Slim turned to the ghost with a tired expression. “Never mind. It’s worse than we thought.”

Not like things were going much better in the cell next door before that, anyway.

✧ ✧

“I dunno, I just, I just—“ Dixon was pacing back and forth like the madman Ramsey knew that he was. “I feel like he’s the only one who gets me, but like, what— what if he doesn’t get me? What if he’s an alien? Or a spy? Or— or an alien spy?!”

“Dixon,” started Ramsey, who was laying on his bed like a teenage girl while drawing another commission of a certain inmate’s fursona. “He avoids clipping to the front of the lunch line every day just so he can stand next to you. I’m pretty sure he likes you.”

“But what if he’s just like that with— with everyone?!” From the corner of his eye, Ramsey saw Dixon hunched over with his hands in his hair. If he got any more nervous, he was pretty sure the guy would start pulling his hair out.

“You’re overthinking it.”

“And why shouldn’t I overthink it, man?!” In the split second that Ramsey looked away, Dixon had rushed over to his bunk and was now aggressively shaking the poor rat man by his shoulders. “I finally have the first good chance with a guy in years, he doesn’t treat me li-like I’m crazy, and I could— I could just fuck it all up! ‘Cause crazy fuckin’ Dixon fucks everything up!”

“Hey, hey, relax…..” Worried for his cellmate, Ramsey would slowly raise his hands and place them on the bespectacled man’s shoulders. “None of us ever said that about ya.”

“Slim tells me I’m a nut.”

“Slim’s a dick and he does not speak for us.” Ramsey took a pause to sit up properly, not slouching as he gave his friend a serious look. “Listen, Dixon. My man. If you’re crazy, then so is everyone else in this damn place. And Jericho is the sweetest guy I know, there’s no way in hell he isn’t happy to listen to you. I’m happy to listen to you. So even if stuff doesn’t work out, look at me.”

Dixon, who had stopped shaking, flickered his eyes up from the floor to Ramsey’s face.

“You’ll always have me. We’re buds! I mean it.”

There was a long pause where neither man said anything, and the conspiracy theorist’s eyes resumed darting around the room at high speed. Always thinking, considering, analyzing. Perhaps a bit too much sometimes.

“Y-yeah,” he’d eventually stutter out from between clenched teeth. Finally noticing how tightly he’d been holding Ramsey, he pulled back like he’d just touched a hot stove. “Sorry….” He held one of his wrists and watched his own hand as he flexed it lightly. “Guess I’m just used to all the sorts of stuff….stuff my family—“

A loud crash and the room shaking made both men yelp, interrupting whatever was about to be said in favor of whipping their heads around to the first and last person Dixon was hoping to see.

“Oh, hi Dixon!” An awkward, smiling Jericho was what awaited them, waving with one hand while the other dangled uselessly. Only his upper half graced the room with its presence, the other presumably stuck in his own cell.

“Oh,” Dixon mirrored, suddenly laughing to fill the silence. “Hey! Need, uh…..need some help there?” Shit, he was repeating his words again. Was he weirding him out?

“Nah, I’m alright for now.” Wait, was he worrying him? Now Jericho almost felt bad for showing up. “Just, uh….haven’t talked to you in a while. How’s it been?”

“FINE! I mean uh. Fine!” Dixon lied. “Was just talking…..talking about……”. The man made the mistake of glancing at Ramsey for guidance, who was of no help and instead chose to gawk at Dixon helplessly. “…..alien spies!”

With a conversation hook, Jericho now felt less nervous. He liked it when Dixon talked — it was like the only side quest dialogue in the world he wouldn’t skip. “Wow, I love aliens! Like in Metroid!”

Dixon pointed at Jericho and nodded rapidly, too nervous to do anything but blindly agree and go off of what the other man was saying. “YES, it is exactly like Metroid! You are SO right! Y-you know, it’s kinda like how— how jellyfish are ancient alien parasites that’ll create the zombie uprising!”

“Really? I’d love to be a zombie, because then I’d be the fastest one!”

✧ ✧

“You know, they really are just painful to listen to.”

“Slim, be nice!” Alcatraz chastised. “I for one am glad that they’re bonding! You should stand to be more like them!”

“Mmm, no thanks.” The murderer peeled himself off of the wall and skulked back to his bed. “I’m just glad I’ll get to say I called it when they start dating in a few weeks.”

[lifemod17]

🎧🌿 (another! I’m feeling selfish 💚)

Songs 🎧

I mean if I can put the entire lyrics of this whole song, I would 🙈🥰💛

Tonee fun fact of the day: I am such a sucker for old jazz/blues love songs

[victor-aguilar]

ok i get kissing webby but the lords in black are NOT your friends.............listen to me on this i KNOW one of you guys will fucking die. also the lords outscore webby like 5/1 and while i love webitha and would kiss her... i don't know fellas i don't think hatchetfield being real is desirable and maybe its cause i know for a fact blinky's gonna target me but. come on guys please don't complete the ritual

okayyy i won't