#Jingels
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Jingels (white) and Bells (black) play outside.
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L.J.:You know what? It’s almost New Year, Jeffy.
Jeff: Wow… That's terrible. I don't give a fuck.
L.J.: We're going to do something for New Year, right??!
Jeff: O-Of course, honey! Whatever you want!!
Continuación en Twitter(X).
#ask ljackxjeff#laughing jack#laughing jack x jeff the killer#creepypasta#jeff the killer#happy new year#Me han amenazado para regresar#Feliz navidad para todos ustedes#Jingel bell jingel bell jingel modafoker#Retomaremos las preguntas tan rápido como mi padre fue a por leche
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@kaiyonohime I DID want to put a bell on the hood! The only reason I didn't was that I couldn't find one I liked (I have one but it's too heavy. Also too shrill). And then I thought it would maybe be a bit too annoying for the people around me, and out of respect for random strangers, maybe it's better to leave it off.
But.
I still kinda want to do it :/
#i won't though#i already have bells on my keychain so theres plenty of jingeling when i walk#that will have to be enough#wizard bathrobe adventures
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Rolo Candy (Rolo is a whole roll of smiles…)
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I don't want a lot for christmaaas
Theeeere is just one thing I neeeeedddddd
And iiiii don't care about the presenttsss
Underneeeeath the Christmas treeeeee
I just wan youu for my ownnnn
More than youuu could ever knowwwwww
Make my wish come trueeeee
All I want for christmaaaasssssss
Iiiissssssssss
Yoooouuuuu
#jingle bells jingl bells#jingel all the way#oh what fun it si to ride in a onge hors eolem slayyyyy
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(DJ Dingtygidy ThierryBaulon)
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Sometimes i forget that i am a scrawny fucker with a shaved head that looks angry 24/7 and walks quietly like a ghost and get suprised whenever i scare someone on my nightly walk
#vampire complains#like i am so used to being seen as a non threat that now whenever someone runs the other way from me i am ?#long story shorr scared some couple today#before that i scared one guy because i was basically running towards a bench to smoke and didn't see him#and the poor guy was ready to BOLT just for me to notice him when i was a meter away and be like oh evening and turn around lol#also love scaring everyone in the house by quietly coming behind them#idk when i picked up walking siletnly but now i need to have smth in my pockets so it jingels and people hear me#because if not i scare the living shit out of them#my mom started calling me a ghost and my middle school nickname was houdini so eh
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Fox (first name) Glove (second name)
F.A.G.
bbg ur a genius
#idk if my middle name being arsenic makes it better or worse#but like#thats one of the names of all time actually#listen okay i was 13#newly trans and like a fucking edgelord or something okay#its a sort of horrifically ridiculous name yk#and what am i if not a jingeling fool#frootbatzz posting
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Sarmenti, my beloved, for bingo
I do love me a good Jingels XD
Also replace *squeak* with *jingle*
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y'all surprised? me too. mdni, i block.
eddie munson. 8:08 pm. depollute me, pretty baby.
your soul lay afloat on top of luke warm water. general peace, general warmth. yet a tinge of anticipation lay rattling in your soft bones.
your bedroom was warm outside the insatiable cold of indiana. swallowing up houses and reducing the inhabitants to bundle up in blankets and layer socks on amidst the weather. you pulled on one of his dio hoodies. smelled like him. wafts of his scent hit your nose as you flipped it upside down to shove your arms inside.
his face flashes in your brain. you smile, shoving your sweatered hand to your face.
the tiniest crick in your window shuffled a miniscule breeze into your home. you hadn’t minded too much. breathing in the freezing air set your lungs alight.
the candle at your beside is burning low, but the room still smells like pumpkin and pine trees and a tiny bit like your eddie.
the turntable skips, you shuffle over to flip the record.
there’s a jingle of chains outside your window suddenly, ringed fingers grasp the underside of your window and push it up with a groan.
the room stills. your breath halts. and he climbs inside.
he looked perfect. he always jingeled and rattled everywhere he went due to his rings and belts and chains and necklaces. he swipes his hands on his jeans and he hasn’t looked at you yet. his nose is dusted pink from the cold. hands red, cheeks and ears too.
your brows furrow.
he looked different. he pushed the window down with one hand, the other on his hip, still not meeting your eyes, mostly focused on the ground, nowhere higher than your knees.
you take a step forward, he closes his eyes tight and shakes his head, hands moving nervously around his face and hair.
“eds?” you’re afraid it’s too loud. his face scrunches on one side and he tosses fear outside your bedroom window. he’s fast, really fast, his arms are wound tight around your middle. tight like you could be taken from him. he rocks on his feet, buries his face in your hair if only to be suffocated by you and everything you meant to him.
his hands are flat against you, like every part of him needed to touch you so his sanity could remain in tact.
you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hold him as tight as you can. his whole body is cold, you’re glad he’s inside.
“eddie, what’s wrong?” you mumble into his shoulder.
he pulls away, hands resting on your ribs - yours find home on the sides of his face.
he looks terrified. truly. his eyes are wide, once so soft and warm now look like endless pits of black. his eyes search your face for any source of comfort he can find and he does. it’s you. everything about you is just what he needed but by god he hasn’t a clue of what to do in this instance.
his lips part, he’s trying to find the words to say.
“i’m scared.”
dread floods your veins, every hair on your body stands on edge.
your thumbs swipe under his eyes when they flood with tears.
“what are you scared about, lovey? you’re safe here, i promise. is,, is something outside? did something happen?” you hadn’t intended to word vomit, but he takes your hands and plops onto your bed.
“i don’t- i don’t think i can tell you.” he looks up at you as you stand before him.
you feel like crying. like reaching through his chest to find his fear and destroy it. there isn’t a number to the questions you want answered, but by god you wouldn’t let him feel this way alone.
“because you won’t believe me.”
you press your palms to his arms and urge him in the safety of your room to tell you what was happening. with the window and your bedroom door locked and the lights off besides the glow of your bedside candle, he faces you in bed and thumbs your jawline.
god, it’s you. it’s always been you. you’re right here, right now, you’re alive and safe and nothing can happen.
you brush hair from his face with gentle fingers and search his eyes for a moment. just looking.
“eddie, i will always believe you. truly. even if you tell me aliens have landed on earth i’ll believe you.” you plant that truth in his skin and your chest warms when he smiles. it’s soon fading, his jaw clenches numerous times, his hands findling with your own fingers before he finally spills.
“it’s chrissy.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x gender neutral reader#eddie munson x female character#eddie munson angst#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson comfort#streets // stranger things#stranger things x reader#stranger things x you#stranger things imagine#stranger things scenario#stranger things fanfiction
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Bells (black cat) is determined to win this round against Jingels (white cat).
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whismically jingels my bells as I hop around the room like the silly jest I am
#my art#digital art#oc art#jester art#jester oc#eyestrain#possibly#!!#his name for now#is masquerade#or just jester#!!!!
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Jingel bells jingel bells jingel all the way!
When i catch u on the naughty list You better have prayed oh!
Jingel bells jingel bells jingel all the way!
U better, hide somewhere cause i have my gun oh!
Jingel bells jingel bells jingle all the way!
I will massacre your family, so dont expect mercy!~
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Jingle bell jingel bell jingle motherfucker
#coquette#coquette dollete#dark coquette#coqette#dollete aesthetic#dollette#bimbo doll#early 2000s#2000s#grunge#alt outfit#dark outfit#girls with tattoos#girly#girly things#cute girl#just a girl
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Jingel Jam 2022 - Day one decoration the office
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Happy birthday to my friend @writerfae ! Sorry I'm late! All these are their characters from their story The knights of the Alder
Welcome to the Clown Aiden au
The overlapping sounds of guitar, violin, cymbals, drums and bells were jumping over each other like deer in the forest. They were, of course dampened by the chatter and cheer of humans enjoying the carnival that came to town.
Talon had no idea how Hela managed to convince him to come here. He has to wake up at dawn tomorrow for crying out loud! Yet here he was watching some poor man on a colorful stage pretend to swallow a flaming torch as the crowd egged him on.
"He's not even really swallowing it..." he whispered to Maya. "This is just ridiculous. Humans don't even have magic and yet everyone is going along with this idiotic..." he was promptly shushed by everyone around him, including his friends.
"Just try enjoying it, Talon" giggled Hela, her red locks falling into her face.
Talon just crossed his arms, preparing himself for a whole night of boredom.
The next preformer was a man who was the size of two. He had his muscles on full display. They looked like the mountains in the far distance. He was carrying a big gold box. The crowd gasped and clapped as the man raised it into the air. Hela was screaming directly into Talon's ear. And then the box opened.
At first nothing happened. Then a boy stuck his head out of the box. He was wearing a jester hat, his brown bangs sticking out from underneath. He looked around curiously. For a moment he accidentally locked eyes with Talon, then continued scanning his surroundings. The crowd cheered. The boy pulled his head back into the box.
The way everyone fell silent almost got a chuckle out of Talon.
The boy stuck his head out once more. The crowd cheered, he hid again. Again and again.
Only when you started hearing the disappointment, the first whisps of anger, the crying of children who wanted to see the man in the funny hat did Aiden whisper excidedly, while bracing agaist the inside of the box:
"Okay, it's show time!"
A small shadow flew out of the box heading for the sky, suprising even Talon. Following it the boy also jumped out, with the happiest grin on his face, red makeup on his button nose.
He moved like unfolding paper, with a destination in mind. He crossed the stage, flicking his wrist, pointig his shoes, making sudden, exaggerated motions. He jumped, and the bells of his hat jingeled. He made silly faces, to which the kids in the crowd fell over laughing.
Talon thought he moved so gracefully, as if the stars themselves were puppeteering him with invisible strings.
The shadow came back, and landed on the boy's shoulder as he bowed. A crow.
Aiden slightly lifted his chin with a knowing smirk. The cool metal of his bells brushed across his skin making it tingle like a kingdom of ants. His crow, Kara was watching him expectantly. They knew this routine well.
He sucked in a breath, filling his lungs fully, so the next move wouldn't hurt. When he started letting the air free, and the crow let go of his shoulder, suddenly (to the audience that is) the large man grabbed his upper body throwing him to the back of the stage where he landed, arms and legs flailing like a ship's flag, as the crowd gasped.
Amongst the people watching Talon felt his muscles tense and loosen over and over again. It was clearly a show, but a good one. The boy looked like a clown getting an undeserved beating. A clumsy duckling facing off against a hissing swan. But all his movements had a purpose. Chest rising and falling like tide of the water, so the hits, few as they may be wouldn't hurt. There were some close calls, he could tell. Both by the boy's few quicker moves to avoid a blow, and the growing frustration on the strong man's face. The clown was clearly improvising. And yet he was smiling like nothing could take away his joy.
Aiden didn't even have to look at Kara, to know that she was wearing the same face she always wore, when he was being reckless. How could a crow have so many different expressions, with so few facial muscles he had no clue. She didn't even have lips.
"Oof" he sucked in a breath, nearly getting hit in the chest, but avoiding it last second, as if he were a floating leaf.
He smirked. This was not their practiced routine, but you don't understand! He was bored! He has done this a million times, in the exact same way.
His pointy shoes hit the wooden stage, as he stood up straight. He needed to spice it up a little.
A fist contacted his face. His bells jingled like never before. This is fine, Aiden thought. It wasn't even that hard of a blow. He staggered back a few steps. This is fine. He stepped backwards, tripping off the stage. This is fine. He looked at Kara's worried face. This is completely fine.
The people in the audience cried out in alarm.
Talon sprang forward to the front of the crowd. He knew that wasn't part of the routine. It couldn't have been. It was just too sudden. The movements were too jerky, not graceful as they once were.
He caught the boy, looking like a child trying to catch a falling star, and held him in his arms.
Aiden's eyes snapped open, smile returning like it was never gone in the first place.
He let his eyes roll around for a moment. That fall didn't hurt nearly as much as it should have. Only then did the clown realise that someone was holding him in their arms. Someone who could have been an angel if it wasn't for the lack of wings. Maybe he is, Aiden wondered. After all who was he to say that angels absolutely had to have wings! He didn't know!
Talon didn't even have time to get annoyed as his head was pulled toward the boy, who planted a big kiss on his cheek, as the audience began to laugh once more. Hela looked like she could pass out at any moment.
"My hero!" The clown sang "Kara, would you be a dear, and give my blonde knight in shining armor a simbol of our gratitude!" His fingers brushed through Talon's hair.
The guard couldn't even utter a word, his tongue like heavy lead, tring to decide between saying: "I need no gratitude, it was my duty to help" or "what kind of self-respecting man kisses a complete stranger?"
A black feather was stuck behind his ear. He looked up at the crow, whose wings moved like spilling ink on paper. He saw gratitude in her eyes, and nodded back.
The next minute the clown literally jumped out of his arms and hopped back on the stage. He held hands with the strong man and they both bowed. When the crow landed gracefully on his shoulder all three dissappeared in a cloud of golden smoke.
The crowd began to trickle away, like rain water through a drain while Talon stood there, unaware of the fact that a smile slowly spread across his face like honey on a warm day.
The end
I hope you enjoyed reading it. I also hope I did your characters justice, as much as I could.
#i hope you like this#not my oc#i have never written romance but Taiden got me to do it#happy birthday
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