TheDemonicjackelpack

Hey everybody, I just wanted to say with this new update to Wattpad and it's rules, well, I don't think I can keep updating any of my works on this cite, and honestly I don't think I'd want to even if I somehow fly under the radar. All of my works are bases usually on some kernel of truth to my own personal trauma and being told 'bad' depictions of self harm and trauma would be banned, let alone sexual content, just poisons the well for me. I personally believe art needs to be allowed to depict the upsetting and disturbing just as easily as the wholesome, so unless these censorship rules change I plan on only updating my works/creating new ones on the other cites I use. While I have used this cite since I was thirteen and it carries a great nostalgia to me as well as being a place where I was inspired to write my own works I can't imagine censoring my writing just to maintain this account.
          	
          	Quotev: TheInsaneJackal
          	AO3: TheDemonicjackalpack
          	
          	(Note: on Quotev all my works are labelled mature and are hidden in some searches as a result, but most, if not all are there.)
          	
          	Anyway, adios, and may all of ya have a good one, I'll miss this place.

TheDemonicjackelpack

Hey everybody, I just wanted to say with this new update to Wattpad and it's rules, well, I don't think I can keep updating any of my works on this cite, and honestly I don't think I'd want to even if I somehow fly under the radar. All of my works are bases usually on some kernel of truth to my own personal trauma and being told 'bad' depictions of self harm and trauma would be banned, let alone sexual content, just poisons the well for me. I personally believe art needs to be allowed to depict the upsetting and disturbing just as easily as the wholesome, so unless these censorship rules change I plan on only updating my works/creating new ones on the other cites I use. While I have used this cite since I was thirteen and it carries a great nostalgia to me as well as being a place where I was inspired to write my own works I can't imagine censoring my writing just to maintain this account.
          
          Quotev: TheInsaneJackal
          AO3: TheDemonicjackalpack
          
          (Note: on Quotev all my works are labelled mature and are hidden in some searches as a result, but most, if not all are there.)
          
          Anyway, adios, and may all of ya have a good one, I'll miss this place.

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Hey, I don't have anything ready for Halloween, so I decided to post a warm up I did here since I make a lot of 'em when I need to get ready to write big stuff. I hope y'all have a spooky Halloween and stay safe.
          
          Anyway, take a serial killer being in love with a streamer.
          
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          'I saw God again today...' 
          
          The book splattered in blood on the table is messy and askew as he works tirelessly on the mess in the barn. The blood on his hands an act of servitude to the god he prays for. His God who lives in the electricity, Wi-Fi, and data. Letting the world see him in intimacy and glee in equal measures. His God is love, and he loves God. That is his reality and he will heed.
          
          He's finished with his work.
          
          Ian is a man he doesn't even pity. A corrupt cop. A pig. Only fitting that he and his family meet their end in the barn on their homestead. He tries to avoid killing people that aren't the corrupt and sinful, but they saw him. They died swiftly, but Ian...no, no, he couldn't. Ian was a man who deserved so much worse, so he gives him a fate horrible enough to make everyone know what he was. Ian the Pig. Trash and scum in every way. That's the fate he gets. 
          
          "God damn it!" His God whines in that voice that makes his heart race as he looks at the phone propped up, displaying him. The music showing he'd met his end yet again. The God grumbles before restarting and listening to the crow instruct him on how to farm. He doesn't pay attention to the game rather his deity, which snickers at some comment. Holy and beautiful in a way that flood his mouth with drool that runs down his chin. It distracts him from his work, but the belly is stitched back up. He can hear Ian try to thrash and scream. He'll suffocate in there and the ending will be set in marble. Right now, his focus is purely on the God talking. "No, no, I hear all of you. This game is just time management and my ADHD is ruining that. I'm trying. This is just...oh fuck, was that the sound cue?"

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If his hands weren't bloody, he'd send him a yes to that question. 
            
            'I saw you today...' 
            
            Is what he thinks as he goes to the barn's sink to wash his hands. Ignoring the remains of the innocent, he was forced to silence. He doesn't want to look at them again. Once his hands are clean, he'll take his journal. But he had seen his God today. Not through the screen. He saw him on his nightly run. His God was taking out the trash at three in the morning, boxers on, and a mess in the most beautiful way. He wanted to paint him. Wanted to capture him, but not like the victims he killed. Never like them. As a way to worship him. Many sent his God art and letters, but his style was infamous now. They'd destroy it unless he left it in his God's home, but even then, he'd likely be scared. He'd think he was a target, but he wasn't. He'd kill them all before he even harmed his God. 
            
            'This is for you...' 
            
            He thinks in messy strokes as he paints Ian's picture while listening to his God laughing and snickering as he grows crops and hides from monsters. 
            
            'Everything I do is for you...' 
            
            He grins, drooling, as he finishes the painting of Ian and listens to the pig suffocate in the hollowed out sow. 
            
            A fitting piece for a filthy cop. 
            
            "You were never fit to live in the same world as my God." He whispers, opening the pig's mouth one last time to lock eyes with Ian. 
            
            Then he sews it shut and leaves with his journal. 
            
            All the while, his God laughs happily, unknowingly basking in the world he works so hard to create. 
            
            'All for him...'
            
            He was going to buy red roses and spider lilies. One white rose as well to stain scarlet. 
            
            'I saw God today, and he was beauty given flesh...'
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Hello, I'm alive, going through so many life crises that I'm about to gnaw drywall, but I am working on shit. I'm working slowly because of crisis after crisis and I can't promise when I'll be done, but I want you all to know I'm alive. 
          
          Here's a small sneakpeek just to let you know I am cooking once again. 
          
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          “Would Jonathan have given you up?” Kars asks, catching you off guard as the pillar man tilts his head to the side as you feel trapped under a microscope. “That was his name? I would hate for Esidisi to have told me the wrong thing.” 
          
          “...you don’t know a damn thing about that.” Is what you say as your eyes narrowed as Kars looked at you. This was bullshit. That isn’t his lane. He needs to stay out of it. “Or better yet, you don’t know a damn thing about me.” 
          
          “And what about Jonathan?” Kars watched you like a hawk and you stiffen up at his words. “Did he know you? Did he ever know anything about you?” 
          
          “...” You blink and suddenly you’re on top of him. Obviously you know you tackled him, that your hands are on his throat, but you don’t remember doing it. You’re just on top of him. Your claws ready to tear open his throat and ready for you to break the vow you made Santana. "Keep his name out of your fucking mouth."
          
          There’s nothing else there.
          
          Lips curling into a grin because this is how it was supposed to end…right? 
          
          No, it’s fucking not. 
          
          Ha, yeah right. 
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          Hopefully, this won't take eighty years. Love you all. Thanks for putting up with me still~!

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BRO I LOVE YOUR JJBA FF SO MUCH. ITS SO AMAZING WORDS CANT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE IT. IT MADE ME CRY AND SHT BRO I LOVE IT

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@hmngghhsniffsniffmnh Thank you so much. I'm glad you like it, I love seeing all the comments you post about it, and hope you continue to enjoy it as the story progresses
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I've decided that I'm being far too nice to Jonathan in my JJBA story, like I give Dio massive head trauma and force him to change and deal with shit, but Jonathan gets put on the backburner because he's mentally stable and a naturally good person. Chapter five will be time to hurt Jonathan and the reader in a two for one deal.

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Okay, progress report since I planned on this chapter being uploaded on Halloween and that obviously didn't go according to plan so I'm working on chapter three of the Queen's Cat currently I'm just about done with the party at the Viscount's manor we're at roughly nineteen thousand words and I just finished a sex scene so it's going good, but since I'm hoping to finish the Jack the Ripper Arc this chapter will either be way too fucking long or I'll stop and the arc will be four chapters long. Honestly I might just try to do a bunch of these chapters in a row because I'm inspired as fuck right now for Black Butler.