forum funking,,,,,,,,JEANUBIS
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@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

i'll attempt to write it but i'm in the middle of writing another tihngh, , if possible i can have it finished byyyy,,,,,tomorrorw night????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

thank you! i actually have more ideas waiting to be worked on so one of these day's y'all will probably be asking me to stop LMAO

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

update

ya girl is happy with the revised version so here is

Family Friendly Jean AU

We just went out to eat. We went to Arjun's Kitchen, kind of an easy choice for both Jean and I when neither of us want to make a decision. After that, we were still too restless to go home, so we decided to stroll around the park. I assumed it'd be a quiet walk; Jean isn't the deep discussion kind of guy, especially not in public. I didn't mind, though; it was sort of refreshing, in a way.
I was lost in thought, so I didn't hear or see her approach us, but the sound of a little girl's voice interrupts me spacing out, and I open my eyes to see her standing in front of us, her words echoing through my head.
"Are you an assassin?"
She couldn't have been older than seven years old, so her pronunciation was a little off, but I'm not sure if there's any other way I could have misheard her. I look over at Jean, who's just as shocked.
"A what?"
"An assassin!"
Jean and I exchange glances, thoroughly confused as to how a seven year old could one: know what an assassin is and two: possibly manage to ask the only two assassins in Ohio that I know of.
"Do you know what an assassin is?"
Jean responds, completely bewildered but trying to make sense of the situation. The girl drops her shoulders, clearly expressing her disappointment.
"Uh, duh, I heard it on TV last night. I asked mommy what it was and she said it's a person that beats up strong but mean people."
Jean turns his head to me, his eyes desperately asking for some help, but I'm too busy stifling a laugh.
"And…you want to know if I'm…someone that beats up mean people?"
"He's strong, too."
"Who's strong?"
"My dad, obviously."
Wait.
Her dad?
The pieces of the puzzling situation start falling into place as my laugh turns to shock and my I feel something drop in my chest.
"Your dad?"
The girl turns to her backpack and pulls out a purple piggy bank with flowers poorly painted onto it.
"My mommy said I have to pay them though, so here."
She reaches upwards, holding the piggy bank as high as she can in front of Jean. I look up at Jean, but what I see is not confusion, or shock, or bewilderment. It's certainty.
"You want me to beat up your dad?"
The girl sighs in exasperation.
"He's always beating mommy and me up, and Mrs. Doyle told me I have to stand up for myself, but my dad is too strong."
Jean's certainty turned to determination and I suddenly realize that he might actually go through with this.
"Is your dad here now?"
She shakes her head and stands up on her toes to hold the bank up higher.
"No, he's at work. Are you going to do it? I have six dollars in here, but most of them are quarters."
I can't believe this is happening. I watch in complete bemusement as Jean gently nudges the piggy bank down.
"You can keep your six dollars. Where do you live?"
Jean! Is he serious? The girl recited her address, something I've already forgotten, but I can tell by the look on his face that Jean saved that to his hard-drive ass memory.
"And when is your bedtime?"
The girl was just about to answer until an aggravated lady rushes up to us in a huff.
"Melanie, what did I say about talking to strangers?"
She looks up at us and sighs.
"I'm so sorry, was she bothering you?"
"Not at all, ma'am."
Jean answers without hesitation, suddenly changing his demeanor to the fake friendly one I've seen before.
The girl, I presume is Melanie, trots away with her mother, but I could see her exchanging a mischievous glance with Jean.
As they leave earshot, I immediately turn to Jean.
"Excuse me? Are you really about to kill her dad?"
Jean's expression grows into the first grin I've seen on him in a while.
"No, that's not what assassins do. They just beat people up."

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Anubis:
"i may be a dumb bitch

𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲 𝓪𝓲𝓷'𝓽 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭"

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

AU where i write a good AU

Also Known As

Medieval AU!

I wouldn't like to brag about my knowledge of dragons, because it's not like I could ever use them in conversation. Everyone told me I'd never find a princess if I indulge myself in useless knowledge and myths, but, the more they said that, the more I realized I didn't want a princess. I never really cared to find one. I'm young, why do I need to bother with finding someone to inherit the throne right now? Even neighboring kings tried to pair me with their daughters. I've had to come up with a new excuse every time to explain why I'm not interested. The public eye has grown so scolding and cold that I've had to retreat to the forest numerous times in order for some peace and quiet. There I could read up on ancient myths and legends.
The thing about dragons is that they originated from the sea; that's where the people believed they reside, they teach that dragons are sea spirits.
Water, however, is not my specialty.
I centered the kingdom around fire. It was sort of an accident, actually. Someone caught me playing with fire, so I tried to come up with something philosophical about fire; something that a leader of a kingdom might say about fire. Unfortunately, the civilians praised my words.
"Fire is passionate! Fire is hot and strong! Fire shows us just how human we are!"
Or something to that effect. There are bonfires nearly every night in the town square.
Oh, right, dragons.
Now, I wouldn't necessarily call myself mad; my mind is perfectly functional, but the past couple of days, when I went to the forest, I still felt eyes on me.
My biggest concern with this is that they're not scolding eyes; they're curious ones. Almost as if someone is studying me. My endless attempts to search around and find them were in vain. I have even tried pretending that I don't feel their presence, that I don't hear their gentle movements, as they approach so close that I swear they could be standing right next to me; yet as I swiftly turn around in all directions, there is only a small harmless creature, maybe a bird, picking twigs nearby, paying no attention to me.
I stand up and turn to the setting sun, the last sliver of it's light just barely visible over the horizon. My eyes fall onto the leaf-ridden ground, where the bird hopped around, occasionally stooping to examine a twig.
"I don't suppose you're the one breathing down my neck, are you?"
The bird responds by hopping a few steps away from me before flying away.
Damn, I suppose I am losing my mind, if I'm talking to animals.
The sun had set, I'd lost any light I had out here for reading, so it was high time I return to my castle.
That is, until the bird fell to my feet, bloodied and barely alive.
I bend over and pick up the creature, twitching in an attempt to escape whatever pain it's in, as if flying away can heal its wounds. As I examine the bird, a shadowy creature, larger than me, lands in perfect form in front of me.
A dragon?
Though the sun had already disappeared, it's golden eyes glowed solemnly. It remained frozen, as if mimicking my heart, as we gazed at each other intently. The rest of his body seemed to be a dark color, maybe black, but the moonlight often was untrustworthy.
"You…you're a dragon." I whisper in amazement.
Strange that I steadfastly held that they're real, yet remain petrified in awe upon seeing one. Without warning, his eyes dart behind me and leap forward, sprinting further into the forest.
"Wait, come back!"
I turn around and follow him, my feet hitting the ground and stirring up the leaves in a brisk moment, but nothing matters right now. Not the kingdom, not the people, nothing. I must follow this dragon, even if he is merely a hallucination.
In all honesty, the dragon had long since exited my line of sight, but I continued running. Something inside me burned; sort of like the supposed philosophical fire in the village's souls. It burned and it cracked and it roared for me to continue running. In hindsight, I don't think I was chasing the dragon; I was running from something.
The forest only grew thicker, the trees closer together, and it was hard to see very far in front of me as the leaves and branches scratched at my face, some so sharp I could feel the blood running down my skin. I cover my face with my arms, refusing to stop just to take a breath.
I suppose that's why I couldn't smell the smoke.
I burst through an opening, nearly tripping on the sudden emptiness and lack of obstacles. I just barely catch my footing before I notice the fire across the opening. It's light held something different from the bonfires in the village. I don't think it was a regular campfire.
Then I see him. The dragon peacefully laying on the forest floor, but he's not alone.
Next to him stood a man, his face completely unfamiliar, but hidden under his generous hair. He gazed at me with curiosity, which I return in silence.
"Is he yours?"
I call out, my voice a little hoarse from being out of breath from the run.
The man furrows a brow, the curiosity converting to judgement.
"By that logic, I could ask him the same thing about you. What are you doing out here?"
I pause, unable to answer as I think about the question. Why did I leave my kingdom? Why do I no longer attend the bonfires, despite my affinity for fire? Why do I put on a mask when speaking to the townspeople?
"I was chasing freedom," I mutter as the man adjusts his weight onto the other foot, tilting his head and eyeing me.
"Actually, his name is Prince, but I'll let it slide this time."
He shoots a quick smirk at me as Prince blinks his glowing golden eyes, something about him communicating a sense of knowledge I may never be able to understand.
"And your name?" I call out, daring to step closer to him.
"Jean," He breathes, studying me closely.
I nod in response. He must not know of me. Should I give him my name? Would he ask for it? Does he already know it? I am royalty, after all.
No. I'm not.
They can find themselves a new king.
I'm not the King Olliver they want me to be.
"My name's Anubis."

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

listen i know it's april fool's day but we have a

special au;)

in the works!
it's got like 456789 aspects that make it so special but all i'm revealing about it is that it's,,,,special