hopepoet

[hopepoet]

🎵 My pretty mouth will frame phrases

That will disprove your faith in man

So if you catch me trying to find my way into your heart

From under your skin

Fast as you can, baby

Scratch me out, free yourself

Fast as you can 🎵

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A steamy day in a more over restricted area of forestry was not how Jake S. English was expecting to spend his day. However, the subject begun to sore sourly in his throat. Catching on lumps like branches breaking in the sweltering heats of a Carapacian forest unlike none other.

Snapping, dragging, cutting. Following a similar pattern relentlessly in a hot storm boiled over his thoughts. Jake snapped down the branches, dragged his feet, and cut leaves out the way. That was just the pattern.

What he was looking for, any expedition like any other. Guns in their holsters, and a large knife-like readied in Jake’s hand. Any monster like creatures that he knew existed out their wouldn’t be ready for him, he figured. But his mind was as cloudy as the skies above, he grew careless and empty in his movement. Jake would sigh though, this exhausting feeling washing over him as he stood completely alone in the middle of endless trees. Nothing really was there to prepare him to feel needlessly awkward in a situation so familiar to him it grew uncomfortable.

Jake let one more thrash til his sharp appendage cut his arm, hissing painfully as he dropped the weapon and grabbed at his arm. This pain, was it worse then the pain he already felt? It was comedic, in that way. The feeling of adrenaline leaving him in place of nothing but a selfish disdain. What would he say? Not that he would have anything to say at all, no he wouldn’t. Jake knew that.

He knew so well that as he stood up, struck with a blood between his fingers, he grunted and turned around. Never had Jake given up on an adventure, an outing, and excuse to not be in that house.. but what choice did he have? What could he possibly do in a mental self defense? It was all a mess, especially the place he called home. A mess.

So when Jake was at home, in a haunted house with nothings but a blue sprite that rarely was in his presence, Jake decided that he would not think about what he would think. Because that’d be too much effort. Too much at all, in fact. A failed expedition had nothing to do with. swarming thoughts or a beating heart. He actually was quite hopeful it had nothing to do with that heart. Maybe it was guilt, that made him do whatever he think he should. What no one insisted him to, but it was a matter of needing it or a shiver would burden him. An ache so deep in his stomach it’s go difficult to run.

Perhaps, whenever the words Dirk were even muttered, the course of lability struck him to his knees. His self accusation. His riddled conscience.

[hopepoet]

what type of gun do you uss

Aha! now this is a fellow question i can wrangle with

I fancy a flintlock, but they me seem a bit taboo? modernly, semi automatics are the way to go

[hopepoet]

Did you dye your hair? When did you get those white bits in your luscious locks :O

Ha! well, that question is a bit of a doozy, isnt it?

I suppose it doesnt come as a surprise that i dont have great control over my god tier powers.. ended up screwing up with the hopey shit so bad it kind of just… appeared!

Now i have cool white hair streaks! neato, right?

[hopepoet]

Hi Jake! How are you doing? What have you been up too?

Hello, pal! er.. doing quite fine, i believe.

I have been super enraptured in trying to get the english word out! whether thats via my news letters or this, either works!

Though its mighty hard to keep up with, so do expect inconsistency!!

[hopepoet]

G'day, mate! What are you up to right now?

Ah! g’day! currently trying to figure out this damned contraption doo-hickey, its quite hellish for me. never been quite the tech guy.

[hopepoet]

Aw jeez.. this is mighty new! anyone here? i think this is one of them blogs people do. let me know if im doing it right!

[hopepoet]

good day, mate! 🦎

this blog is ran by @freshpyrope

this is a jake english roleplay/ask blog! based on the fictional homestuck character.

tags

ooc [out of character]

guns a blazing [in character]

blue days [angst]

divine whispers [asks]

tomfoolery [shit posts]

guidelines

basic ask etiquette

ocs and anon names are welcomed!

i have no triggers, but i do hope you still apply basic decency when asking on this blog.

information on my jake

he is transfem agender (isn’t entirely aware of this though), and uses he/she/leaf

aroace, gay

autistic, ptsd

he is egyptian, australian. short wavey dark brown hair, with square green glasses and is 6’4”

his playlist ^^^