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

jeanubis is canceled because everytime i go to this thread i have to re-read the au and as much as i love it i can't keep crying myself to sleep

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

jk but i am gonna reread it again

ALSO!
murder house au is coming back and this time!!!!! there's gonna be somethin' special >:)

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Murder House Chapter 6!!!!!

His voice seemed to struggle to break through the ringing in my ears, but as my fuzzy vision clears, so do his words.
"…ucking Christ, Anubis, you could have killed yourself right then and there. And why the fuck did I help you? You want to die anyway, I should have jus-"
He paused, locking eyes with me, as if he didn't actually want me to hear any of that. His confused, panicked, and frustrated expression hardened to an empty one as he stiffened.
"Can you stand?" He utters, looking away to examine the room around us. The fire had died down somehow, but upon closer inspection, it seemed the girl had installed sprinklers; looking to the ground revealed puddles of water on a charcoal black surface. I push myself up as Jean shakes his head at whatever he's thinking about.
"Where do we go next?" I utter, but before Jean can respond, a loud sound, similar to that of a boulder rolling across gravel, resonates from behind me. I turn around, taking my position next to Jean as she emerges from the darkness in the corner of the room.
Though she had the general figure of a human, this girl held the energy of anything but. Something about her caused me to feel every negative emotion known to man; I nearly fainted from the overwhelming wave. As soon as she spoke, Jean and I confirmed our suspicions. The voice belonged to the girl who had been manipulating us all this time.
"Your souls are damned. Even before you walked through Purgatory, you climbed from Hell."
I lean over to Jean, a little thrown off that her voice no longer came from seemingly everywhere around me.
"Do you know what she's talking about?"
Jean merely shrugged, un-phased by her comment.
"Religion is a murderer's scapegoat. She'll speak gibberish and then try to kill us."
She curls her lips into a sickly smile, tilting her head back, as if to look down on us as her deep blue eyes glow from under her blue hair.
"We are all killers here, I'm the only one who plays by the rules of this house."
Jean is silent, and I can't think of any response, so she continues.
"Your demons dominate your soul more than you do. How do you feel about that?"
"This isn't fucking therapy, bitch." Jean sighs before pulling out his gun and shooting her point blank. She falls to the ground, clutching her chest as the blood spills onto her blue dress. Jean steps over to her, looking down on her as she smiles once again.
"One day you will have to speak for your crimes, and God may not be so merciful."
She chokes out as drops of blood spill out of her mouth. Jean shoots her again, looking up to me.
"On to the next level, I guess."

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

What Happened To You AU!!!!!!!!!!!! It hurts!!! (edit: ok actually this doesn't have to be an AU it's canon)

Jean's car pulls up at the side of the road as I open the door and jump in, allowing my inner thoughts to spill out.
"I sure hope Chef Kris Jenner's making his special dinner toni-"
"We're not going to the house tonight."
I pause and look at Jean in the driver's seat. He wasn't looking at me, but instead focused his eyes straight on the road. Confused, I furrow my brow at him.
"What? I thought you sai-"
"I changed my mind."
I scoff at him, confused by this sudden change of plans from him. Has he ever done this? I was really counting on Kris's home-cooked meal tonight. I sit back in my seat and roll my eyes.
"What, then we're just gonna go to your house?"
Jean shrugs, but finishes shaking his head.
"No, I don't want my-I don't want to go to my house either."
Jean's tone started to grow more irritated, and he tilted his head in my direction slightly, but his eyes remained hardened. When he turned toward me a bit, I noticed something on the other side of his face.
"Wh-" Jean saw that I had noticed, and turned back to look away from me. "Hey, look at me, what the fuck is that?"
Jean fixated his eyes on the road again and put the car into drive, pulling out of the neighborhood.
"I fell."
"GG, you don't get a fucking black eye from falling. What happened?"
Jean eyed me, but only barely, as the other was nearly swollen shut.
"Got into a fight at school. Where do you want to eat?"
"Do you not want your family to see it or something? How mad would they really be?"
Jean sighed heavily, slamming his foot on the brakes in front of a stop sign.
"Can we just drop it? Where do you want to eat?"
I furrow my brows at him, frustrated, but didn't want to provoke him further.
"Arjun's Kitchen, I guess."

@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."