- Karl Jacobs -

{ YO I LOVE BEARS IN TREES! }

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          I'll be honest I need new friends I talk to like one person 
          I literally do not care what ur interests are as long as ur not a bad person and are cool about my interests

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          i made a george anon go interact with it you limp spaghetti noodle
          @/SILENTSIREN-- is the user

# NEW PERSPECTIVES
          [ meow ? ]
          
          There was something so insubstantial about it all. 
          
          Walking to class took an age. Walking back took longer. The rain trickled down outside his window and whispered words he would never understand as it hit the plants that grew out of the gutter below his minuscule kitchen window. The light that came in was grey. Tea swirled in a chipped cup. He sat stripped down to his underwear in a freezing kitchen, a martyr for no cause but feeling sorry for himself, watching his perfectly selected outfit drip dry on the rack above him. 
          
          Had it started out better? No, that was wishful thinking. It started the same, ended the same, and the rain never stopped. Fired from his job, again, for things outside his control, his parents having cut him off long ago. The spoon swirled his tea further. Four biscuits in a stack, leaving behind crumbs he'd have to tidy later. On his screen, he scrolled. Forever. Flick. Never a light moment. His glasses had fogged up from the change in temperature, though he couldnt tell the difference. His fingers went blue. He scrolled up again. 
          
          A video of a cat, taken from a camera on its collar, as it ran the gauntlet of the city. The video went on forever. Every second visage was a beauty. Such small paws, slight but powerful, kings of a world that demanded nothing of them but their participation. It put his heart playing a different key, a melody in the tune of longing. It never was a real wish, he supposed. It had never formulated in his mind. But the longing was so strong... he wanted that. He wanted all of that. 

# CLOCKWORK OUTLAW
          [ yee fucking haw ]
          
          Horses' harnesses shook in the beating light, the sweat dripping off backs as people shuffled between shades. Dust. Everywhere, dust. It was amber, in the evening. It settled in his wake, the red sea rushing back to claim God's children, finding them absent. The cross under his shirt caught between his collarbones.
          
           People gave him odd looks. They always did. Ladies clutched their purses closer, and men clutched their ladies closer just the same. He nodded. Tipped his hat. He'd be as courteous to them as anyone else. Not a jot more. He was not here for them. He was here to do business. 
          
          It was this place. He knew that. Every word had said this. The Unicorn's Palace, an honest to goodness oasis in the midst of the backdoor plains of Texas. It wasn't like he could get the name wrong. The city he had been born and raised in wasn't far away. He'd heard tell of this place before. Come straight away. It had only taken him a night and some of the day. Reportedly, the clockwork ghost was staying three nights. That was what he'd paid for, anyway. At the desk, he handed over a handful of coins. Two nights. Another coin, and a drink in his hand as he sat down on a lacquered chair in the corner. 

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          i forgot the link in the last announcement its in the replies but also here
          https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/40630329

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          posted again on ao3 by the way 

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          incredibly bored so rp is definitely open, my muse is just running a little low. feel free to interact on any of my accounts

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          just posted keshen's info book, go give it a read!

# THRILLSEEKERS
          - [ karlnap, 90s au, romance ]
          
          School was only out a week when the carnival came to town. It always came up so fast after the school days ended, and every year he was somehow still surprised by it. It wasnt anything new. It had been a constant in elementary, through middle, and now through past high school. Out through the door, past finals and spirited into a vacation that never had to end if he didnt lift a finger to stop it. It was as if not having a date to write out in his homework book had removed his ability to consider the days before him somehow. Those blue skies were all that existed forever, full of clouds that looked like pieces torn out of the painting. There was a smoothie in one hand, the other hand set about periodically adjusting his hair as it stuck down to his forehead, his back illustrated clearly in all of its folds and creases as it stuck to it. He was considering walking home to change, but what would it change now but for some dirty looks from the people at the fair? 
          
          Nobody had come with him. He'd called for his friends, but everyone had been otherwise occupied with making excuses and side eyes to mothers with bouffants and cross necklaces and fathers with disapproving looks which could kill a man dead. It didnt matter, he said, put his headphones on, stuck an unnamed tape from home into his player, and found it was just radio recordings of crackling 80s ballads. Which he didnt mind, but... it was a little gay.