#jason.txt

[curseofblinsky]

Me: Curse of strahd seems cool, DM what's the TW list for it?

My DM:

[clownguy]

it’s my birthday 🎂

[pancake-syrup]

people need to start making more sparkle dog ocs. screw muted colors and trying not to be "that kid". go to your fucking roots. make your new oc be a dog w/a blue tuxedo patern w/yellow leopard print and rainbow wings. give them cyan eyes with purple sparkles. make them complicated.

[starlightouya]

hello <3

AO3 / Spotify / Steam

[echidnana]

no way we're a subsystem

[lulumoy13]

wow okay i'm sorry that you find me so unsettling and hard to be around because i look almost exactly the same as i did before i died but something just isn't quite right and my personality isn't the same as i was in your (honestly pretty unfaithful and self centered!) memories of me and you're kind of starting to regret raising me from the dead. as if it's my fault 🙄

[mythkind]

we have been trying to figure out if w have a pomni in our system or if ENA is just Like That

[themotelsystem]

Ask box opened.

[curseofblinsky]

So I was told Strahd has a diary...

Edit: For the record, no spoilers please! I haven't played yet!

[pancake-syrup]

can we all kiss already

lets all start sexualizing hiveminds

[clownguy]

me: call me mbmbam the way i’m kissing your dad square on the lips

19-year-old me, also in the room somehow: hey man that was fucking awesome. never stop posting

[pancake-syrup]

mob: him car sick :(

reigan: in a car full of middle schoolers

takenaka: has to listen to everyones thoughts

tome: blew off her new years plans to get a, what she thinks is, a mean prank pulled on her

the boys: theyre there too!

[transmascmutt]

the new valorant agent releases today. so i'm currently in the "i Can't believe i did all that stage ." of my dsmp hyperfixation . it'll come back in like two years. same with my homestuck one.

[themotelsystem]

I was already familiar with systems due to following several for a few years. I was under incredible stress at the time and then I just suddenly heard a voice saying hi, it was Troy who quickly introduced himself and over the following few days we got to know each other

- Jason

How did you find out that you were plural? We're writing a story on Wattpad which has several plural characters and want to include many ways. Stories welcome from all origins and it doesn't matter if you're disordered or Nondisordered

~~This post is safe for all origins~~

[echidnana]

who the fuck is setting off fireworks

[veronica-17-hood]

working out with jason would be a NIGHTMARE.

so he doesn’t take you to the cave to train because he doesn’t like going home often unless it’s for the weekly (which started monthly and before that yearly) dinner after he started dating you.

so he made the spare room in your house (the one not for the many robins that come in randomly to stay in his house) into a gym.

like squat rack and machines and anything that could fit in there.

but that’s not the issue. the issue is that he can’t control himself when he sees your work out, mainly when your sparring.

let’s be honest, it just gets him going.

you don’t really ever win, he lets you win when you do. but seeing you get frustrated and annoyed each time you loose has him going FERAL.

and at first you loved it, the attention, the handiness, everything. but now being 3 years into it, you are over it.

so over it you started going to an actual gym and to the cave, not to spite him but to actually get work done, because much like jay you enjoy working out for hours at a time.

jason accepted this, and has cut back on the staring and ass slaps when you do workout at home or with him in general.

but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get pouty and puppy eyes when you ignore his pleas or begs to stay home and workout with him.

“please amor.”

“no jason.”

“amor please,” a whine squeezes through “i’ll be good, will even go on a run when you are in the gym.”

but you ignore him of course and start grabbing the bag and your water bottle, pushing past him.

though jason had different plans as he grabs your wrist attempting to trap you against the wall, but he underestimated you again as you spin him around, arm pressed against his throat with a snark on your lips and smirk on his.

“stop jason i need to go.” subconsciously your downtown gotham accent seeps through your words, deepening the color of his eyes and the depth of his smirk.

“Y'know.” he pauses, leaning so your lips almost touch, “your accent gets thicker when you’re pissed. it’s …. cute”

needless to say you didn’t go to the gym that day, doesn’t mean you didn’t get your workout in ;)