chat what if i said i made a cjgw actor au because im fucking bored with my life

except its not like hollywood or smth no its just your average drama club/j [but it is a theatre group]

ok I'll be honest. I wanna talk about silly lil AUs I have for Chonny Jash because Autism.

So...

Hi!! I LOVE your gw/tnlh designs and I just wanted to ask if it was ok if I could use one of your gw designs as a Halloween costume? It’s alright if not btw!

THANK U!!! i’m glad you like them aaa :D and YES OFC!!!!! i would absolutely LOVE to see a picture if/when you finish…. no pressure of course!!! i’m honored you’d wanna make a costume out of one of my designs aaaaa <3

Fellows folk and fae, welcome to my page

I guess since I post things on here I should have an intro? Though it’s probably not needed I’m jumping on the bandwagon anyways.

I don’t exactly have a dependable name on here yet so I guess you can call me Mathias (totaly didn’t steal the name from the announcer :>

stuff I like :>

Other then loving chonny jash my interest, in no particular order are,

Outer wilds

Deltarune

Backfirewall_

Tally hall/miracle musical

Hollow knight

Good omens

Perhaps more if I remember the things I like.

I mostly draw chonny jash related art, occasionally will say random things, but usually I just stay as one of Thoes background you forget about the moment I’m out of view.

DNI:

I got the average DNI, basically just don’t hate on others (saying mean things is kinda rude to do) AND If i do something that I don’t realize is bad, please let me know! I’m relatively new to this app and I’m not a very social person so I can be kinda dumb sometimes:) but I’ll be glad to fix my errors if I can!

Not sure what else to put here so here’s some fun facts?

I have the diverging of nuros, specifically adhd, and if I get the SLIGHTEST chance I will info dump so much that you’ll forget why you were talking to me in the first place.

I also like to write a bit, I have my own chonny jash-verse god AU in mind but I’ve only really posted it to the CJ fan discord. (It’s also very loosely made)

Lmk if yall wana see it here!

My favorite album of CJ is GW/TNLH despite never reading any of the books. I plan to one day hopefully soon. (And if there are any of you ao3 writers thinking of making a Fanfic for that album this is your sign to do so I am VERY content deprived)

Well. It’s obvious that I write alota stuff :/

Anyways that’ll be it for now! I’ll update as I live on but until my next appearance on this app I will say my goodbyes.

And I shall see you when I do

: >

Ok I've been thinking more about my version of jashverse with LORE/ref (or just world building (idk if that's the word) for now ig)

I now have nicknames and ages for everyone

(btw, nicknames because they're all called MD since MD made them based off himself)

CiD (Apollo (because he once sang about how he wanted to fight the moon)) is 23 and is icarus' older brother (or just has an older brother dynamic)

tb. (Icarus (because... Y'know... Wings of Wax...)) is 21 and is Apollo's younger brother

CCCC (Whole... Pretty self explanatory) is 22 years old

TNLH (announcer (because we don't get an actual name for him)) is 33 years old

ANRftW (The Wicked (TW for short (pronounced like two))) is 26 years old

TMPH (Ego (also pretty self explanatory)) is 20 years old (I was gonna make him 19 but too young I think)

FiF (Fine (I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO NAME HIM OK)) is 22 years old (almost 23)

THDPH (Devil) is 35 (HA old man /j)

20XX (20XX (X for short)) is 20 years old (no pun intended)

WWPH (Laplace's Angel (Laplace for short)) is 23 years old

CJPH (MD (I made him when the only song from the cjph published was mayday ok)) is 23 years old

I have no idea if this will become a ba HMS moment where I lose motivation on them and just abandon them but still have this

Just to let anyone who still sees these posts that TNLH (there are no lies in heaven) is on hiatus for the forseeable future. I am going on a mental health break from writing and I physically cannot find the motivation anymore. At this stage it will be continuing at some point but I do not have a date yet.

Official cover of the official Teen Life HS Soundtrack, will be published soon. ♡

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Within the dustbunnies

Maybe a little pathetic that in search of a soundtrack for the following entry, I found “Melancholy Instrumentals,” to fit. What are we though, if not self satiating. I’m back. I’m again in the space where I’ve had victories, where I’ve had some of the greatest joys, have felt the most secure… in the same place I’ve had deep pains, confusion, heartbreak. This last bit has me, I worry sometimes, stunted. Perhaps it’s because my life is otherwise luxuriously blessed, full of love and support, of Good and some part of me longs for deeper sadness than that which this life has given me. Don’t misunderstand- I don’t wish for pain or suffering to or around me for the sake of diversity. Variety yes, but that’s likely why I enjoy my professional freedom. Maybe I dwell on the following because all wrapped up within it, was the greatest adversity and thus the greatest growth, most significant events. Anyway.

I found a letter from her. This individual, I owe so much to who I am today. The longest I’ve known someone consecutively, consistently. The best friend. The deepest lover. The greatest knower of my self, more than myself. I do miss her brain. I miss the ease of our conversation. The ceaselessness of interest and even up to the very end-- despite the brutal mangling, stredding, tearing up into ugly pieces our love underwent-- the attraction. All of which none have since come close to. How do I describe it all? “Once upon a time,” seems like the most appropriate beginning. That’s how incredible it all was- incredible in the impossibility of its origins and of its unraveling. Star-crossed lovers? Soulmates fit. I guess it still fits, but that’s a little hard to swallow. You hear of timing, of past or future lives. I didn’t believe let alone understand any of that before. Now, I find myself hoping none of that to be true, for the sake of existing now within the lifetime that it wasn’t quite right yet. It’s selfish to expect what we had to come twice. If there was anything I’ve ever believed in, it was that she was it. The universe pointed to it too, over and over. That’s why I gave my all. I think it would be lying to myself to say she wasn’t my soulmate because afterall, she helped uncover so much of me. Does that leave me moving forward, expecting less? Some people find it. Less, twice. As much as I want to have it again… But there was so much wrong in it, too. Is it possible to have that degree, that deepness, that wholeness with one another, without the bad? Is that codependency and all the unhealthy things that would always lead to pain? Can one exist without the other? Does the bad prove that she wasn’t quite it? That we weren’t quite it? I used to pay for her train ticket to visit me during the summer when we were still just friends and before she knew the connection to Dan. How much I loved when she rested her head on my shoulder. How badly I wanted to carry her back to the car after the bee sting. How we curled up together. How deep the longing felt when she left. And it was all mutual. I used to drive 6-8 hrs to visit, after my 12 hour shift. It felt like nothing though, my excitement fueling me. Her face and embrace all worth it. Or even finding her sleeping, space enough behind her to wrap myself around her and finally sleep, so easily, so happily, so complete. Sometimes we’d spend all too long in bed, having done nothing but stare, smile, laugh at each other. We’d gaze, equally in awe at our fortune of having the other. The absence of each other’s touch all too obvious, making her head or my leg, or any appendage make contact, were our focus needed somewhere outside of each other. She was my Allie and I, her Noah- though we couldn’t watch the movie when, during one of our vacations and not-so-great-of-times, it was all too real. We took our good with our bads but after a while, the bads outnumbered the goods. I was too young. She, too beyond me. Me, too ill equipped with life experience, coping strategies, confidence. She, mentally ill and triggered by my triggering which became impossible to avoid. I know it was both of our doings, and even where she haunts my dreams I’m relieved we’re no longer together, but you know how memory does the brain and worse, the heart. I could get lost in her words. Anyone would. She’s a gifted writer. I got lost in her love. Anyone would. She’s a powerful, passionate, dedicated lover. I got lost in her brain. Anyone would. She’s complex, smart, analytical to her own demise. She’s a fire, burning so brilliantly that I knew I’d be blinded and couldn’t bother to look away. Overdone of a simile, but truly a drug for which I have rehab-ed, can say I’m clean 3 years but know I’d take another hit if the opportunity came. So what does that make me? A struggling addict, maybe. For what though, love? For her? The thought of her, save for the sweet early memories, terrifies me though. If I ever saw her again, what would she say? TNLH. I didn’t though. We parted. We left each other. For how much everything sucked and hurt, I guess I’m grateful it was pretty well understood on both sides that we were done. For as much joy and completeness the other made us feel, at the end we were each other’s greatest sadness, purest pain. So much life administered in the dose that was her. That was us. I feel pretty pathetic writing all of this. How many times do I need to close this up? Maybe when it cuts that deeply, you really never get over it.

I musical theatred the CJGW Jekyll and Hyde

YES I FORGOT THEIR TOP HATS SHUT THE FUCK UP

The Gothic Whore album is such a musical theatre album. I want it to me a musical.