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[villruu]

Fake amnesia Tim/Masky x Jay? Mayhap?

the og prompt got out of hand (i'll probs post it as a separate fic later bc it truly got out of hand lmao) and I decided that Jay being hit by the fake amnesia was way funnier lol. Not exactly Jam, but this is pre-Jam, in this universe at least. This is set just before S3 starts, aka, Jay hasn't found Tim yet.

On AO3

Content warning: Jay has a lot of internalized ableism about his own situation and that reflects on how he thinks of Masky/Masked Tim, and it also reflects on how of an unreliable narrator he is. So yeah lmao

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Jay blinked, dazed.

Something cool is fixed to his face, plastic warmed by skin contact, humid with his breath. It’s, suffice to say, an awful texture, and the only reason Jay doesn’t take it out instantly, is because he is more worried in trying to find where the hell he is.

He had gone to bed, like mostly normal, after updating twitter, telling people his next move would be to look for Tim and then… And that’s as much as he remembers.

He had gone to sleep like normal, and now, here he was, in the middle of the forest, alone in the dead of the night. Thankfully, he is dressed, he would probably be dying from exposure if he were still in his pajamas. With shaky limbs, Jay forces himself up, looking around.

A frantic search revealed that he didn’t have his phone, nor his camera or the keys of his motel room.

All he had was the mask, a half-wasted lighter, some bits of shoelace and a marker. Which was really not comforting, at all. Jay took the mask off, scowling at the black eyes and teeth, the plastic scribbled on carelessly, lines thick and messy.

This wasn’t… Tim’s mask, or at least the one Jay remembered. Nor was it the mask of that hooded figure. But, it seemed familiar, in some way. Maybe it had appeared in a Totheark video before? Jay passes a gloved finger by the teeth, watching the ink be smudged from the high humidity.

With a sigh, Jay looked around some more.

He had absolutely no idea where he was. Maybe Rosswood? He couldn’t be sure, all the trees looked the same to him, especially now in the darkness of the night. Jay thanked all his lucky stars that today was at least a half-moon and the skies were clear, providing him a small amount of light. If it were a new moon, he would be absolutely lost.

…Why was he in the woods, anyways?

Jay didn’t have a… a masked persona, like Tim did. Jay didn’t go out into the night to beat people up, he wasn’t that type of person.

Still… Why the hell was he here?

With a sigh, Jay picked a random direction and started walking, carefully stepping around the loose branches, because if he twisted an ankle now, nobody would be around to help him. After a while, Jay ended up putting the mask on again, the cold too harsh against his face. At least, with the mask, some amount of heat stayed trapped.

Without a phone or wristwatch, Jay had no idea how long he stumbled through the woods. Everything looked the exact same, tall trees that blurred together, with low hanging branches and so many dead leaves on the floor it made it tricky to take a step, the path slippery with water from the rain of previous days.

At some point Jay decided to stop, at least for a few minutes.

It was too cold, and Jay was exhausted to say the least, feet hurting from walking so much. Leaning against a tree, he took the time to look around. The sky was somewhat clearer, but it was still dark enough to know it was early morning. Maybe around four am, if Jay hadn’t lost his ability to guess the time yet.

A few steps to his right made him freeze, and he instantly turned, heart stopping for a second when he saw a white face in the darkness of the forest emerging to his right. 

He calmed, somewhat, when he noticed the black eyes of the face. It wasn’t that thing, thankfully. A faded jacket followed the mask, and Jay realized that perhaps he wasn’t that thankful, as he recognized who was in front of him. Tim, but in that masked state… deal… possession? He didn’t know.

He had been looking for Tim, yes, but he had wanted to find the… normal Tim, so to say. 

Not when he was running around, in a mask, in the middle of the night, doing who knows what in the forest.

Jay looked at Tim (was it truly Tim? Was Tim conscious? or was he being possessed or something?) carefully, very aware of their loud breathing, which seemed to almost echo across the forest, impossibly noisy in the silence surrounding them. Should he run? But to where, Jay had no idea where he was, and from past experience, Tim clearly knew his way around the forest, whether it was day or night.

Tim tilted his head at him, as if trying to decipher what he was seeing.

Jay, in a fit of panic, copied the movement. He was in no state to run, and Tim would easily catch him if he tried to escape. A brief scan of his surroundings told him he wouldn’t find any loose branch or rock to use as an improvised weapon. Tim tilted his head to the other side, Jay quickly copying.

Tim snorted, shoulders suddenly relaxing from his previous stance position, the masked man now looking more non-threateningly as he relaxed.

Jay took a step back when Tim advanced, wary, grateful that the other stopped instantly upon noticing his wariness.

Why was Tim not attacking him? He always attacked him, or tackled him, or, or, or something!

Jay watched, nervous, as Tim took a few step backs and waved him to follow him. He didn’t want to follow Tim anywhere, not like this, without a camera, without a phone, without anything to protect himself. That’s how people died in horror movies, and as much as his life may now look like a goddamn movie, Jay was not ready to go out like that. 

As he wondered if he should just make a break for it, a rustle of leaves to his left made him freeze.

Jay turned to look, heart sinking as he noticed who now emerged from the darkness. The Hooded Figure paused, looking between Jay, who stood with a wary stance ready to bolt, and Tim, who was leaning relaxed against a tree, seemingly trying to understand the situation before joining Tim’s side, looking at Jay with a tilted head.

Jay took half a step back, shoulders hunched as he lowered his head slightly, like a cat being intimidated and bristling in an attempt to appear bigger. God, this has gone from bad to worse.

The Hooded Figure tapped Tim’s wrist, and Tim merely shrugged.

The Hooded figure tapped Tim’s wrist again, Tim shaking his head before tapping his own mask and giving an overexaggerated shudder, while Jay watched with narrowed eyes behind his mask. 

Morse code, perhaps? 

No, it seemed too brief. Maybe a modified code? A lot of his followers theorized that the hooded person was the one behind Totheark, so it would make sense if they knew ciphers. All knowledge Jay had of them was all that he had been forced to learn to decipher the videos.

A step made Jay startle back, so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed the others finish “talking”.

The hooded figure was already disappearing into the darkness of the forest, while Tim waited and waved him forward, a bit impatiently.

…God, Jay was going to get killed, wasn’t he?

With careful steps, Jay approached Tim, freezing when Tim gently nudged him in greeting, as if they knew each other, before grabbing his wrist as tugging him forward gently, in a way Jay had never thought the masked Tim could be possible of.

The masked person tilted his head upon noticing Jay freeze. 

Carefully, telegraphing his move, he tapped his own mask before tapping the edge of Jay’s mask, as if trying to make a connection. 

… Did… Did Tim know who the person who used the mask Jay was using?

Oh no.

Jay followed Tim robotically, as his thoughts spiraled.

Oh no, oh no.

Did Jay steal this mask? Where was the owner? It was clear that both Tim and the hooded figure recognized the mask, in some way. God, where the fuck had Jay gotten the mask? Had he gotten into a fight? It felt somewhat like it, now that he thought about it, his mind a bit too fuzzy, hands hurting in the way that told him he had punched something… or someone.

God, what the fuck was he supposed to do.

Jay could feel himself grimace as Tim continued to guide him forward, probably deeper into the forest.

Okay, just… Go with the flow, Jay, don’t act suspicious, he thought, pretend everything is alright. God, thankfully these people didn’t speak, otherwise they would clearly recognize that Jay was not whoever this mask belonged to.

With a sigh, Jay picked up the pace slightly, watching Tim look back at him seemingly perk up, like a dog seeing his owner in the distance. Jay tried not to react as Tim nudged him again, heads briefly touching, the plastic masks making a quiet clink before Tim tugged him forward again, seemingly more enthusiastic.

Well, Jay thought, he had wanted to find Tim anyways, right?

Another successful investigation, Jay thought ironically to himself, letting himself be guided deeper into the forest.

[bisexualmoses]

Guys I took a picture of my back when I was just standing straight up and it looks so fucked up like fucked 🆙 I had no idea it looked like this . I really don’t think you can tell when I’m wearing clothes tho unless I bend over

Like wow I’m feeling bad about myself although no wonder I always have back pain when my back literally looks like S

[mosswolf]

"nobody reblogs stuff anymore!!" or are your posts just not funny.

[purpl3lem0n]

hiiiii

"Ughhhhhhh! I wanna go back to Berlinnnnnnnn!"

(Qi is dead to me.)

This is less of a rp blog now. Qi did most of the roleplaying. So until he apologizes for being a massive asshole, there won't be as much rping

It’s Jörgen from @lycheesgowoooo

If I block you, there’s a reason. I’ll only tell you the reason if I actually interact with you.

I dont need to explain myself to someone im pissed with :)

Vote bitches.

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Wooo

Oc reference photos.

Bella Heinbeik, 10, aroace/questioning.. idk she’s a kid.

Bella is German and Mexican. She grew up in a cult sort of family, studying the human body and biology, botany as well as way too many medical procedures. (body horror + cult talk is a major cw on this blog, lore not yet posted) She was turned on and ran, ending up in Scandinavia. She met her now brother figure, Meabh and now they live together in Yokohama.

She loves making candles for people. Loves it.

ability- A Flame in the Night. She has a certain normal ish candle that when lit glows orange and purple. A kind ish fire spirit lives within the flame, its purpose being to guide Bella through her life the way she would like. It also works as telekinesis in a way, lifting and doing normal things for her when lit like carrying stuff or turning on lights.

[complete-clownery]

Bc some of you asked for it here are some pics out of my sketchbook

dnd npc's slaaay

my dnd character and their girlfriend

Heheheheehheheheee theyre gay and together and you cant foken change my mind theyre gaay

Hhhhhh i dont have my computer with me so i need to do a reblogggggg hhggg

[enb-ee]

Thank you! Its in colored pencil actually... I didn't know not having an icon is suspect hehe sorry! I will fix it. This is a sideblog and I am usually using the Tumblr app so I haven't bothered too much with setting up this blog but I promise I am not a bot!!!

@color-puff-ball Tysm for the reblogggggg

[multibear]

why does clicking in someone’s username in a reblog chain take you to their account now instead of their reblogggggg. i don’t want to see their account i want to reblog THAT PART OF THE CHAIN FROM THAT SPECIFIC ACCOUNT. every change tumblr makes to the app just creates a worse user experience

[sk3l3t0n444]

moots wake up pleaseeee i need content to reblogggggg

[cassierobinsons]

I have “With Understanding” blocked as a tag and almost had a heart attack when I saw you have a post with it. Thank god you’re normal and hate it too.

DON'T REBLOGGGGGG lmao glad I didn't disappoint. I usually avoid publicly shittalking specific fics but when the fic in question attempts to deal with a very very serious subject matter and the author has effectively disappeared off the internet then fuck it, why not. I only got like a 1/5th of the way in and yeah it's engagingly written but cas is an OC, anna's role in the narrative is straight up insulting, and dean is a [REDACTED].

[bigdonutninja]

Reblogggggg

[gaynessisintheair]

[justemotionalabusethings]

i relapsed again i fucking hate myself

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don’t reblog!

[fnaf3]

hiii i'm lola i am your lovely bimbo mutual :D

[sw33tm0urningl4mb]

Lin-Manuel Miranda in ponytails

rb if you agree 

[on-new-years-tay]

Your name forever the name on my lips…

[autisticandroids]

the funniest thing about the fan bullying vs representation discourse is that if spn has hurt me, it’s been as bad representation, not as a site of fan bullying, but i think the fan bullying is still like... way worse. 

like wrt “destiel shippers are weird perverts,” i was never affected by that because i was even more extremely self-confident then than i am now, and also i grew up in a household with a parent who does sociology of media, so the conclusion i drew from spn not doing destiel and insulting people who did was “i am far smarter than these writers and also straight men, specifically, are insane. i will never understand straight culture. i should never talk to a straight person about tv because they are fools.”

whereas like........ when i say that godstiel arc gave me special new mental illnesses i am exaggerating, but only insofar as i already had those mental illnesses and they were just exacerbated. like godstiel arc really lit a fire under some of my neuroses. but the thing is i wouldn’t... enjoy spn the way i do, without that? this isn’t like the “homophobia on spn makes it more fun” thing, that’s like, dean’s siren being a man, or “you’re kinda butch, maybe people you’re overcompensating.” this is a specific neurosis i have where i seek out things that will hurt me. the reason godstiel arc gives me mental illness is that i actively look into the worst possible interpretations of it. it’s the same thing as when i look up that timelapse of cordyceps fungi growing on youtube to intentionally trigger my phobias. like it’s me intentionally sticking needles into my brain to feel something. if we got rid of all media i could do that with, we would have a restrictive system of censorship in the united states and my life wouldn’t actually be better because in the end, the spn fandom has made my life better, and i wouldn’t have been emotionally invested the way i was without the opportunity to exploit godstiel arc to hurt myself.

but the thing is... i’m unusual in both these cases. i’m the odd one out. most people won’t have my incredible self-confidence as a teenager, or my adversarial mindset, or, most importantly, the supportive-of-interpretation, media studies-influenced environment where i grew up. most people, upon experiencing rudeness, don’t immediately react with “oh. so it seems i’m better than you, then.” like, just because it slid off me doesn’t mean it wasn’t bullying. and like, godstiel arc requires active participation from me in order to hurt myself with it. like, most gay people without my preexisting neuroses are like “cas did nothing wrong.” like, as a joke, but it slides off them. also i’m inclined to see things by statistics and like..... godstiel arc is the only time a homophobic depiction of gay people has ever directly hurt me, and there are a million homophobic depictions of gay people that exist, and indeed that i have consumed, so i’m simply not inclined to believe that homophobic depictions of gay people are necessarily such a huge problem in that specific way that the representation discourse likes to imply. like, they’re reflective of homophobic cultural attitudes, and they can reinforce those attitudes among straight people, but “lgbt people are personally hurt by this” seems like a weird reach in most cases. whereas like, bullying of fans is just that: bullying. which is pretty much always bad. 

also, i would like to be able to have one single conversation with a normie spn fan without having to walk on eggshells to avoid getting hatecrimed.