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I've seen so much suckening fanart, even more than Prime Defenders at this point. And yet, not a single piece of thr Labia Ghoul. Makes you think.

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Gonna be real, I WANT Arthur to die. Vampire society isn't going away any time soon, so I just want man to have peace. Let him have an eternal nap and just get some rest.

If Shilo dies, I'm throwing hands. Man just got life. Both the twins better make it out alive, or I'm flying to America and hunting down all of JRWI to record a new ending.

Emizel dying would be poetic, sacrificing his last life for someone. But I hope he doesn't

Deacon needs to be alive to replace Edward, it is the unwilling rulers that are the best rulers. Theo, ngl, deffo got eaten by the bird lady or some shit. Mans long gone, fate was sealed at the start of ep 12

Now, GREFGOR. Grefgor literally fades out of existence when not in a scene, and only appears when Charlie is reminded of him. For his sake, I BEG the izlys and condi to not mention him until the final scenes. Man was hiding in walmart all this time.

Also, I really want either vex/viv/both to be fatally wounded, then they have to merge their bodies, and they become conjoined twins with the Slimecicle body horror twist.

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WE NEEEEEEEEEEEEEED THIS JRWI WHAT IF

JRWI What If where it’s William, Jay, and Arthur solving mysteries like National Treasure

William has his investigation proficiency

Jay has her keen eye and observant feat

Arthur with his spirit touch

I think it would just be such a cool seeing the three of them interact and try to solve mysteries and have to work together

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I have never envied someone more. Now, the labia ghoul has crawled inside my head like a worm. I can't feel it. There are no nerve endings in the brain. All I can feel is that displacement. That things have moved to make way for something that should not be there. Something alien. And I can't feel it. Not even in the dead of night, when the room falls silent, the world watches, I can't feel it. The only sense of it is when I think of the labia ghoul and scream into the void. And some nights, the void screams back.

I've seen so much suckening fanart, even more than Prime Defenders at this point. And yet, not a single piece of thr Labia Ghoul. Makes you think.

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I really really don’t have an excuse this time. More le tadpole shit haha

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RIPTIDE PIRATES MUSIC TASTE

My headcanons for the crew’s music taste 👍

GILLION:

i think he’d like something upbeat that feels good. so probably ABBA.

CHIP:

seems like he’d claim to like heavy metal to seem cool but probably listens to ABBA.

JAY:

wants some good tunes to keep her focused while she works on projects. i think ABBA would be good for that.

GRIFFIN:

after all that monster hunting, he probably wants something relaxing. like ABBA.

ALPHONSE:

with likely a whole database of music in him, he has a wide variety of options. so he’d probably go with ABBA.

QUEEN:

a bard themself, she probably likes the classics. those timeless songs you could hear over and over and never get tired of, like ABBA.

FINN:

likely amazed by the music of the surface world, and has probably written a book on the different ways the undersea vs oversea view music, he’d probably listen to ABBA.

DREY:

drey is a very free spirit, carving his own path as a pirate, so his music taste would likely reflect that. that being said i think he’d listen to ABBA

OLD MAN EARL:

Weird Al Yankovic

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I've seen so much suckening fanart, even more than Prime Defenders at this point. And yet, not a single piece of thr Labia Ghoul. Makes you think.

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Will, Vyncent, Dakota

Than, Rumi, Peter

Shilo, Arthur, Emizel

Rolan, Kian, Rand

Charlie, Griz, Biz (Condi has confirmed on the pod that he sleeps naked to deter intruders)

I feel like everyone’s agreed on albatrio but what about other jrwi campaign pcs

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I can only imagine Pretzel giving Lucy the BIGGEST scowl every time Gillion said "little sister" in episodes 111 and 112

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frogs be upon ye

and upon ye, @revcleo

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not one fucking day goes by without me thinking about that damn podcast

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On my hands and knees, please a Timothy Rand in your style will cure all

day 36 of drawing jrwi characters daily till riptide is back

the guy forever!!! hes so!!!!!!!!!!!! <333333 yeah.

ko-fi || commissions

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In da club (flares) shouting "Gillion Tidestrider" at my flatmates

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he was just being silly

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happy three years of existing fuckwad. dw i’n caru ti

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has anyone else done this yet

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Memories pt 2.

"If this is too much for you, I can take it away temporarily. The same way you do to others. Or you can force yourself to find the strength to process it. We've all had to do it. And we all will again."

- Arthur Bennett

The bat swung, my eyes closed. Everything stopped, and I felt every muscle in my body relax. My chest sunk, my shoulders raised slightly, as all the air escaped from me.

For a second, I was at peace.

I fell. I let myself lean backwards, resting on my heels, letting the cool air of the warehouse take me. Waiting for the impact of the bat, then the rough concrete floor.

I waited. I waited for an eternity. I waited longer than anyone had ever waited for something. I waited longer than I had for him. I waited, in my peaceful state. I waited for so long that I had to open my eyes. But not yet. I waited more. I waited for longer than people knew was possible, then a bit more. My quiet patience the only solid thing in my peaceful body.

A pair of arms were wrapped around my body, and they let go of me. I grazed my shoulder against the ground, as I looked up.

There was him. and only him. I had reached the floor now, my hands covered in blood that was running down my arm from my neck. It's like he couldn't even see me. He was in his own bliss, wiping the blood from his lips with his fingers, then licking them. He was truly making the most of every last drop. He was enjoying it. My blood. So much that not even a drop could be wasted. My heart swelled.

"Fear", he started, before pausing again, his eyes closed. "Fear gives the blood such a sharp and fierce flavour. It's like your mouth is chewing a bed of nails. It's really something else, Shade."

He was back. I had been here so long while he was hunting. He must have done it again. Sometimes, when it's been a while, I'll see visions. He can create the most amazing imagery, and he can stir up the most vivid emotions. The way he describes my blood some nights is stunning. Those men must have been more of his imagery.

He swoops down to me, as the blood from my neck soaks into my grimy grey shirt. I'm still catching my breath, when I feel a finger gently lift up my chin, forcing me to stare into his eyes.

"That was electrifying. Thank you, again, Shade". He named me Shade, because he thought it was funny. Especially considering how pale I am. He also depends on the shade, so that he doesn't burn to a crisp. So now, my name is Shade.

He took my hand, then stood up quickly, taking me with him. My legs felt numb, just barely propping me up until I fell into his arms.

"You're getting weak again. I may have taken too much, so you must feed, Shade." He says, wrapping his arms around me. I lift up my head from his chest, as he leans down slightly to give me access to his neck. My lips make contact with the skin, and a connection is made. I feel my fangs sharpen temporarily so I have the power to bite down. His blood is always thicker than mine seems to be. The taste hits my mouth, as my fangs go blunt again, and my lips tense. I take as much blood as I can. My eyes closed, I feel at peace again. My arms tighten around his chest, as his around mine, as I feel as much as I can. His blood. His blood again, finally. My entire body goes numb, as all I can feel is his cold body wrapped around mine. It's like every part of me that is not in contact with him is non-existent. I am a shell that lives to preserve him, and be preserved by him.

I take all the blood I can, and I savour every bit. I savour it longer than anything has ever been savoured, then I savour it a bit longer. People live and die during this time. Trees grow and decay. Populations bloat and diminish. Galaxies swell and recede. Whole stretches of history are distorted and expand before diminishing. His blood is all I need. The one constant. The only thing that stays.

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I wake up with the sun on my face. It doesn't affect me as much as him, but the blinding light feels like it's been refracted through my eyes and is burning a hole in the back of my skull. It's low at this point, just hiding under the trees. I must have been out all day. The shoulder of my shirt is stiff, soaked with dried blood. I look up, and he's there, hung upside down on a metal beam. I stand up and pull my shirt over my head, scrunching it and massaging the fabric, leaving flakes of dried blood all over the floor. I've been in this place as long as I can remember, and there isn't much to do when he's asleep. I pull my shirt back on, and fiddle with one of the holes in the front as I remember the night before. The pure bliss I felt, feeling like we were twirling through the abyss together as I latched onto his neck, and melted into him.

But then I remember the pure fear I felt. The men that entered, and threatened to kill me. They treated me as less than human. They tried to kill me because of him. They tried to kill me and he wasn't there to protect me. I feel flames inside my stomach rise and start to lick at my chest. How the fuck could he do that to me? He tried to make me think I was being murdered. Because of his sloppy feeding habits while he's out. I wonder what the others taste like. Do they taste as good as I do? Does he describe to them how good they taste? Does he use the same cool, deliberate voice on them? No. I'm his Shade. He needs me. He needs me. He does. Does he tell the others how good they taste? Does he say they taste better than me? Does he manipulate them so they taste better? Are they dependent on him too?

I look up towards the roof, but he's gone. I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Be careful thinking too hard Shade, it's dangerous". I hear from behind me. "That horrible brown shade in your aura. It looks disgusting against your skin. You're not doing yourself any favours". He walks around me, and stares me in the eyes. "But that red, oh that brilliant deep red, please keep that for me. But get rid of the green". He's often told me that he can see auras. An indicator of their mental state. He doesn't like mine unless it's a deep red.

I stare at him, as his face gets closer to mine. "I said, get rid of that green" he says again, but I don't move. He gives me an exasperated look, then puts his hand flush against my forehead. "If you don't trust me, I'll make you, you little shit".

The back of my head cracks against the floor.