// Hey everyone. Well, this is going to sound SUDDEN, but I need to quit this blog.
So, yeah, a hiatus, but a permanent one.
I’m realizing fully that I can’t commit the proper time needed for all my threads, I kinda lost count at how many I have, and I’ve been neglecting other pretty important projects to get things done on here.
I also have personal reasons for needing to pull away from this website. I don’t feel like sharing them, but just know that no one has wronged me. < 3
Everyone I have interacted with and RPed with for this year and a half has been truly incredible, WELCOMING, and a joy to chat with. I can’t tell you all how much I’ve appreciated your time and energy and humor. Thank you for choosing to roleplay with me. It has truly been an honor.
I think Jack had a GREAT run. I really developed my writing skills here, and loved exploring Jack Spicer’s character as the lovable villain we grew up with.
I’m really sad to leave, but excited to be able to do other things with my time that will accelerate my career and hobbies. THANK YOU again for everything guys!!! I wish everyone well, don’t forget to follow your dreams, always keep your chin up!
The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system—if that means getting their point across.
40% Royal
When the Royal walks into a room, they command attention. They are the one in charge, and they enjoy reaping the rewards of their hard work.
10% Performer
Taking center stage comes naturally to the Performer, whether at the water cooler or in front of an audience. They are magnetic and know how to inspire.
Jack felt the shoe bump him, lifting him partially from his ribs. Eyes opened half way, vision faded and blurry.
“No..” the murmur was soft. “Not yet. Five more minutes.”
As he tried to snuggle into himself and ignore the other’s demands, the icy coldness of the floor started to snap him into wakefulness.
Jack’s eyes flicked open as he realized the reality of the situation.
“OOH crap, crap crap crap… I FINALLY got arrested, didn’t I?” Eyes darted around the room. He was definitely trapped. “They got me.”
He tried standing, but as soon as he sat up his head throbbed with the pain of a thousand fires. A hiss of agony leaked from Jack’s teeth, and he pressed his palms to his forehead and held his head in his arms. “Holy shit, who was I FIGHTING?! I don’t remember anything!” Scared eyes rested on Rowan as Jack slowly lifted his head. “And YOU! Why are you here?! You’re not a criminal.”
Tom meandered over to a torturous looking wheel and slumped against it, huffing he blew hair out of his face,
“tch, I wish, I did at one point, servants and what not.” he waved his hand around in a nonchalant manner, “but apparently my ‘anger issues’ were too much to handle, so I’m not really allowed to boss anyone around anymore. You’d think if they worked in the underworld they could handle it. Handle me. I guess not.”
He had made quotations in the air around the word anger issues, having an almost disgusted face along with it.
“Being a prince can be boring, dumb dances and parties, annoying princesses, and I can’t go to any dimension without someone looking like they want to kill me. Or making an attempt to. It’s not that fun, but it has some perks…”
Tom drummed his fingers against his arm in annoyance of getting himself worked up over a trivial matter.
Jack gave Tom’s torture wheel a pretty hard stare, but pulled his eyes away as the other started to become UPSET, a disgruntled and disturbed look on his face. Crud, maybe this was a bad idea. A bad idea to even prince up the ‘prince’ thing.
“Woah, Tom, hey, it’s alright…” Jack approached the demon boy and put a hand on his shoulder. “I know how you feel. Well, kind of. I mean, I’m not a demon or anything, but sometimes I might as well be. I’ve always been an outcast for my looks. Plus, people try to kill me too. Kinda comes with the whole ‘villain’ gig.” Jack almost LAUGHED.
“But hey, it hasn’t stopped me, and I don’t think it should stop you, either.”
Morgana was reluctant to tell Jack that the spiders WERE back, but far from him, but seeing that he was pretty content with not seeing them, she decide against it.
When Jack asked her if she was okay, she realized her arm was still wrapped around his, and she blushed slightly and unwound them, before feeling his fingers on her forehead.
“Yes Jack, I’m fine. I feel much better now…though believe me, I really do appreciate the concern.” she said, gently pushing his finger from her forehead, and standing up, stretching her arms and legs, her neck cracking and she let out a satisfied sigh, sitting back down beside Jack. She looked at him, and it was immediately apparent that she was much more alert and aware, her eyes not having the same exhausted look to them.
“No, I wasn’t sick either, it’s just…doing what I did back there is really exhausting.” she said, and looked at him, getting up and moving over to the pool of water, shining the flashlight into it and seeing the water sparkle under the light, and several pale white fish swim away from the light.
“If you have any questions now, I can answer them for you.” she said, looking back at him, “I would’ve told you more, but like you said, I passed out.” she said, looking into the water, the two spiders keeping their distance/
Watching as Morgana moved away confidently and stretched her limbs, Jack began to think that maybe she was ALRIGHT now. Just from taking a nap…
Kind of weird.
“Alright, well, I guess I believe you. I’m just really glad you feel better. You had me pretty weirded out…and WORRIED.”
Moving carefully, Jack scooted towards the water’s edge near Morgana.
“You KNOW I have questions.” His voice was almost stern. “I can pretty confidently say that I’ve got NO secrets, nothing I’m hiding from you. Most people get my standard greeting: ‘HEY, I’m Jack Spicer, and I’m evil, and I’m gonna take over the world.’ Then I try to time it with a good laugh…but anyway, my point is you have this giant trove of secrets buried in you and I probably don’t even know HALF of it.”
Jack couldn’t help but sigh, looking away from her. His tone shifted, and now it was almost sad. “I mean…I get it if you don’t trust me, that’s fair, but there’s so much I don’t know. I’m curious, but I won’t ask if you’re not okay with really telling me everything. You kept this a secret for this long for a REASON, didn’t you?”
Jackie laughed at his joke, rolling her eyes up to look at him but not moving her head. Had he ever made a joke with good intentions towards her before? She couldn’t remember, but she was almost giddy that he wasn’t as full of self-loathing as usual. The staff obviously gave him added agility, but also an ego and confidence boost. But she didn’t mind if that ego boost came with annoying puns.
Jackie wasn’t bothered by the added weight atop her head, it had happened before, “just hold on, okay?”
In a smooth motion she started to lower herself into a split, once she was closer to the floor she used the momentum of going down to roll herself onto her stomach and kick her legs up over her back. Using her elbows to prop herself up she brought her legs forwards more so that her feet came past her head and folded neatly under her chin. After a deep breath Jackie pushed herself up onto her hands.
The whole process only took a few seconds and she kept her head stable and level for Jack the whole time. She walked around on her hands, careful not to throw him off balance, “wanna try something harder?”
“HOW CAN YOU DO THAT WITHOUT MAGIC?”
Jack almost slipped off her head from sheer surprise, readjusting his hands to steady himself. “You’re like a…a…well I don’t know WHAT you are. You’re just like PUDDY, I guess. Born like that, I’m guessing? Some kinda mega flexible gene?” Jack tilted his head. “And sure, I can try something harder, but I’m not gonna make myself a pretzel or anything.”
Morgana was well and thoroughly passed out, sleeping soundly, her breathing even and slow. She stayed asleep for a few hours, appreciating the warmth Jack gave off.
When she finally woke up, she sat up, rubbing her eyes groggily. Even so, she noticed an immediate improvement over how she’d felt before. Her head was no longer pounding, and she felt almost normal. She looked over at Jack, seeing her pill bottle on the floor of the cave. She considered retrieving it for a moment, then decided against it, not wanting to wake Jack up.
She heard a faint skittering sound on the far side of the chamber, and she narrowed her eyes, seeing the cat-sized spider from before, though it had something on it’s back. And it was not alone. Riding on it’s back, was another spider, one of the smallest she’d seen so far. It was a white spider with black eyes, about the size of a rather large tarantula or mouse. And, it also seemed to have something with it.
She motioned for them to say where they were, and they let out a very quiet chatter, moving to the far corner of the room and sitting down, the smaller spider climbing over the walls, leaving what it had been carrying with the larger spider’s item, letting both sit on their back.
Morgana sat still for a few minute longer, then gently squeezed Jack’s arm, letting out a quiet yawn that she tried to cover up.
“Hey Jack…I think it’s time to get up now.” she said, though was willing to wait for Jack to wake on his own rather than push him. She knew he’d let her sleep when she needed it.
Jack’s eyes opened into groggy slits, his red hair spiked up like fire from pressing so long against the cave wall. Morgana’s hand was still wrapped over his arm where she pressed into his skin to wake him.
“W..what? DID..the spiders come back??” With a quick glance, Jack took a relieved breath when he couldn’t see any of the creatures near him.
Immediately he turned back to Morgana, shifting into full alertness. “Are you OKAY?! Do you feel better? You passed out so I stayed with you…” Lifting a gloved hand, Jack pressed the back of his fingers to her forehead. “Are you sick or something?”
