jakebark

[jakebark]

Haven’t posted here much bc I’ve mostly been active on Discord and Twitter, but I’ve started posting my art on Cara!

It seems like a really cozy and comfortable artist platform so far, really encourages sharing & commenting on others art imo. Definitely recommend checking it out if you haven’t already, it feels like some older art communities ❤️

Here’s my profile! Check me out too~

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“do you think we’re best friends in other universes too?”

inspired by this comic by falseknees

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My two very functional guys!! Thank you so much for these <3 They look so silly

Emote commission for @jakebark of Bark and Dandy just doing Bark and Dandy things

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Drako made a comic (including my boys)!! While this blog might be dead in the water, we’re still doing stuff with the characters on our angel/demon blog :3c Would love if you went to check it out!

Dandy and Dwi's first meeting

Each image has a description if it's hard to read or look at at all!

You could technically count this as a prologue to the story if we ever end up doing anything with it! And if not... well, it's a fun little comic. XD

Reblogs would be super appreciated to help get this blog rolling!

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What is everyones special ability?

"Everyone?! Sorry sorry, This blog is still new and in-progress so you wouldn't know any better... but that's asking a lot." "We don't have a character directory yet, but here are the main cast!" - image shows Aelthiel "Gene", Andriel "Dandelion, Suriel "scruffy", Jacob "Jake", David, Finley "Fancy", Paisley. Peter "Prince", Dwi, Trinity, and Deadeyes "They're all available for questions, just please keep it to two maximum.... For my Sanity..."

"Sorry but I'm a very busy guy, more general questions are easier for me to get answers for. There's plenty of people to talk to!"

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took these screenshots for people like me who would rather just know how to opt out than read several paragraphs on corporate greed

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We're Balduring those Gates again!! Durge stream with friends! In Act 3! https://www.twitch.tv/1darkodraco1 https://www.twitch.tv/stitchedpig

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Dandy and Jake are at the Masquerade this year! Wonder if Jake will have any better luck than next time… probably not.

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“Oh! You can see me! Hello,” the golden winged angel regards you. “Welcome to the blog!” “It's still a huge WIP (Work in progress, in case you don't know what that means) but we're open to asks!” He gestures around to the near empty ‘blog’. “I'm Aelthiel, call me Aelth! I'll try to answer your questions best I can, or bring you to someone who can.” He flitters excitedly in anticipation

Welcome to the blog of the Infernal Mall (and beyond), everyone! This blog focuses on quite the cast of demons and angels (and the occasional outlier). Owned by Drako, Lex and Stitch.

Aelthiel here is a messenger angel, he specializes in sending and receiving messages all over the world. Surely he'll be able to help you out if you have any questions!

🔞 Reminder that this blog is 18+ 🔞

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❄️ happy howlidays from the entities! ❄️

feat. howl, deadeyes, dwi (@ask-the-dweets) and trinity (@ask-the-scrapper)

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sleepy wolf

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💬rumor has it you're actually a pretty cool guy if you let someone get to know you

“Nah, I’m pretty cool before you get to know me. Pretty sure doing that just makes you think the opposite.”

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💬 you're just a sad watered down version of a werewolf

Yeah, sure, if that’s your perspective, but here’s mine:

I am not bloodthirsty and out of my mind and I don’t have painful transformations and—and this is the best part—I can still trick people into thinking I’m a normal dog. Can a werewolf do that? No, and they look stupid while doing it.

They’re the real sad washed up wolves.

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Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

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lil FancyBark heart

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You save him? You save him from endgame like common survivor, risking life and limb in the process? Jail for Fancy.

tfw you are both stubbornly trying to save the other

F: "We made it!" J: "You...." J: "You-" J: "You were supposed to leave me!!" F: "must have slipped my mind" J: "Idiot!" "What if you got caught? I was trying to save you!" F: "Ow?"* (*it did not hurt) F: :Oh..." *legs warble J: "'Oh?' What?" "You're not going to argue or apologize or something?" J: "EH?!" F: "oops" *legs buckle J: "I uh... Sorry... I didn't hit you too hard did I?" F: "No, I just pushed myself too hard" J: "Oh good, then I can still kick your ass" F: "W-wait!! I take it back!"

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Jake’s eyes went half-lidded as Fancy pushed his hair out of his face. His touch was delightfully cool. The brief reassurance, the pleasant touch—it was enough to, in his haze, briefly distract him from why he’d come here at all. But Fancy’s suggestion of bringing him further into camp reminded him, and he opened his eyes again.

“No,” he said, and then pushed himself to try and sit up. It was somewhat rough going, but he managed it, and then looked back towards Fancy. Briefly, he glanced at Elf and Pizza, having almost forgotten they were present at all. “I’m fine. Here is… fine.” His gaze settled on Fancy again. Piercing, despite the glaze in them. Not only did his normally-amber eyes glow a glistening yellow, but the color almost seemed to shift and shine on its own. As if it were flowing, glittering. He seemed to take no note of it.

“Fancy,” he breathed. “I needed to… there’s…. I had to warn you.” He frowned uncomfortably. “The Blight, he’s—he got an—a version of you… somehow. He called himself—Icarus. But he’s you, but killer you, but…” Jake raised one hand to his chest and made an odd motion, trying to describe himself while words evaded him. “Blighted,” he finished finally. The thought of not-Fancy’s torn, exposed chest cavity crossed his mind. That hadn’t been there before. But it also didn’t seem like something he should mention; like something that would be even more disturbing than what he’d already said.

He agonized over the rest. How many details should he give? Should he even mention his own blighting? He shouldn’t be here, anyway. The Blight could be following him. Maybe there was a reason he was out. What if Icarus had freed him? Maybe there has been something still there. He didn’t know. He didn’t remember. Even things he should be able to remember flitted about like a cat on greased ice.

It had to be the serum’s doing. The thought felt obvious to him once it occurred, but he latched onto it. What had the serum truly done? He still hadn’t noticed any real after effects, other than… this. It was wrong. The serum was supposed to twist and scar him, to malform him beyond recognition but it had done nothing. What if it was on a delay? What if it hadn’t truly, properly infected him yet? Why had he come here so soon? He was putting them in danger; all to tell Fancy about Icarus, which he could have done later. He could’ve waited. Why hadn’t he gone back to his own camp?

You’re putting them in danger, something in his head that might have been his own thoughts or might not whispered.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Jake said suddenly, almost desperately. The whistling undertone to his labored speech came through even more, as if his throat had gone even tighter. Panic wore at the edges of his tone. “I need to… I….”

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Jake’s consciousness flitted in and out as he was released, picked up and transported. For the most part, he was a lolling dead weight, unmoving even where he was left on the ground. Even after he roused from his unconscious state, he was unmoving. His eyes opened and warily assessed his surroundings, but that gave him no answers. There were trees. Same as anywhere else in this hellish fog.

He didn’t know how long he lay there, with no way to tell and no way to know how many times he’d drifted back into unconsciousness, before he finally had the strength to move again. His body felt exhausted and sore, his hands still hurting and his wrists feeling raw from the restraints, but it wasn’t the… worst pain ever. Moreso just the stiffness of overworked muscles and joints, than any pain he would expect to linger from the serum. The most noticeable, piercing pain was still in his spine, where he’d been injected. But even that was… tolerable, in a way he almost felt it shouldn’t be.

As he slowly pushed himself onto his elbows, and then his knees, and then, unsteadily, further up, he couldn’t help the cold dread that crept into his heart and up his throat. He had been injected with the blight—with the same thing that turned killers into monsters. Had turned Fancy into… that. But it hadn’t seemed to do anything. He looked down at his shaky hands; the one he had bit down on to break was stained with blood mixed with glistened gold, but that was it. No monstrous claws, no undulating tumors, no glow of vibrant veins beneath his skin. Just… his hands, injured and scarred and a little bloody, but otherwise normal.

He started walking very slowly, aimlessly at first. He thought about going to camp. That would be his best bet, remaining alone until he was snatched up for a trial and hoping death could reset whatever had been done to him… but his thoughts wandered. Grew distracted. They settled on Fancy, on Icarus. His stomach turned; he needed to let Fancy know. He needed to warn them.

The Fog coalescing around him wasn’t an entirely intentional choice. He was still heavily dazed and walking slowly, off-balance and uncertain of his own footsteps, but his focus didn’t need to be where he was walking. The Fog rose up to meet him, consuming before it cleared away again as quickly as it had appeared, and the woods looked no different. Jake knew where he was, and he followed the golden light of the campfire in the distance.

Exhaustion wore at him. The campfire was close enough, but it still felt so damn far. He couldn’t even properly see the clearing yet, and it had nothing to do with the fogginess of his vision. He groaned and paused, leaning against a tree for a moment so that he could get his bearings. Jake started to try and raise his voice to call out to Fancy, or any of them really, but his voice died in his throat. He couldn’t muster up the breath to shout.

“Fuck,” he breathed softly, closing his eyes and resting his head against the cool bark of the tree. Nauseating vertigo hit him and he swayed, grimacing uncomfortably. It was getting harder to keep his balance—and then he lost it entirely, slipping to the ground after a stumbling step, muscles loosening and contracting in all the wrong ways. He was on his hands and knees for a few moments before those gave out too.

An exhausted whine left him, rattling in his throat. His limbs would barely listen to him.

God, he was so close.