reed

drew my drself yippee! yes this is unstable universe related, i love uu sm and it's what i got into after decayed ended. sorry if tumblr diminished the quality 💔

if you can guess the pose i'll be very proud (hint, it's from an anime! i don't like the anime it's from but i love the pose)

that was the real final decayed-related stream on schpood's end, and i am listening to dog days are over and ain't no mountain high enough i actually just. i love this series. i know i've said all this before but i just DON'T care. my question was actually the last one on the stream and that made me so happy (do you know how much we love decayed bc you should and we really appreciate everything that went into it) LIKE. that's my home guys.

it will be dearly missed.

can't be bothered to add more detail rn, this is as good as it's getting for a while

he's normal dw guys!

so glad nothing bad happened guys

this one was very quick and is messy but it's just a concept drawing, if wifies had perchance killed spidey and jonathan buried her near 4c...

uhh uu!spokeishere art or something....

tw: cursing, depictions of death, suicide

if chuck wasn't there for jonathan.

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the rain spattered in clear drops onto his face, onto his unbandaged flesh. the wind was blowing so strongly he wondered if it would swipe him off the edge of the building before he even had the chance to jump of his own volition.

he swayed in the harsh breeze, turning over his clamoring thoughts.

he was aware there was no cure. it was merely trading lives, of which they were going to be infected either way. they were all just shooting, stabbing, axing each other. woogie? dead. mike? dead. zora was next, and then god knows who after that.

god. of course he knew, why wouldn't he? the false idol he’d wasted years of his early life praying to, hoping that the holy figure would be benevolent enough to offer a helping hand. he was truly too naive back then—and what did it get him, really? nothing except broken faith. over, and over, and over, and over. god has done nothing. that fraud deserved no respect, deserved no title, deserved no dedication, deserved no fucking anything.

his nails bit into his palm and his teeth bit into his cheek and the wind bit into his skin.

his gaze fell, as soon his body would follow, to the streets below.

he distantly realized, amidst the chaos in his mind, that spidey might find his crumpled corpse lying in a pool of blood and tissue and have no name to put to his grave. even they had learned 4c’s real name after his death, but his own would be lost to time. he had not done enough in his lifetime to warrant a name.

he missed spidey, he did. he usually wouldn't admit that to himself, but he was quite literally on the cusp of death, so he allowed himself some concluding thoughts. it would be better for her to think he abandoned her and went off on his own than to know the simple truth of his cowardice. he just wished his earlier consideration didn't come true, that she didn't find his shattered form when he was done here.

the storm continued pelting around him, and he went forward another pace, closer to the bleak nothingness. the heights almost made him dizzy, and it was the first time in a long while that he was frightened by them again.

he swallowed hard and realized then that he was trembling. he was glad he didn't make that promise to agustus, he wouldn't be able to keep it anyway.

“it was nice while it lasted,” he muttered, his throat constricting.

for his final words, to the one who did deserve a dedication, he whispered to the wind and rain a soft “goodbye, spidey.”

at least he would see her in a moment. seven minutes of memories and all that.

he took his last step, breathed his last breath, and plummeted.

he looked to the pouring sky and knew he was going to hell—if such a place existed.

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I WENT ON TT FOR TWO SECONDS TO SEE ONE OF THE VIDEOS FROM LAST WEEKS SESSION CUZ I JUST FINISHED SCHPOOD'S VIDEO AFTER BE FINALLY POSTED IT, AND SOMEONE COMMENTED AN HOUR AGO "a bullet to save a friend, a bullet to kill a friend." SHUT UP DON'T SAY THIS TO ME I'm gonna sob. is he gone. don't answer that. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME

and that was something he could say had happened at least twice in his life. first, when he was eight. the day the world ended. the second? just a few days ago. god, what had he gotten himself into?

he muttered to himself as he walked through the crowded church, slipping between who he came to know as spidey and that blue fellow with amnesia. he pushed past a series of thick banners to get to his room, double checking reinforcements and taking a moment to breathe from the amount of people in the city lately, who somehow always seemed to find him. can't a man have a moment of peace in this place?

he went through his food stock, checked his bandages—oh. one had come slightly unwrapped. he proceeded to fuss over it for another minute, sitting back on his table. it was difficult without a dedicated mirror, but he'd grown used to it, as he had with a lot of things in this place. he winced slightly as he tied it too tight, drawing in a sharp breath. to make matters worse, he could hear the others passing around the name “jonathan” in the main room. he hated that nickname, hated how they decided to make it stick. there's no way they actually thought it fit him. he distantly wondered what they were saying about him, though.

he had no idea what to do from now on, and that was strange to him. for the past five decades, he was on his own, but that meant he only had his schedule to work around, and his time was no one else's. he could navigate that, that was familiar. it was safe. sure, he was a little lonely at first, or… really lonely, but no matter. he could take care of himself, didn't have to worry about others. but now? he was outside of his comfort zone. he wasn't ready to deal with people again, but they quite literally came knocking at his door.

he wanted them to leave.

a small part of him, though, wanted them to stay. to make this church truly feel like a home, to maybe allow him to put some trust in others again and share the burden of surviving in this city. paradise city… what a joke. it was hell on earth.

he knew any sort of friendship wouldn't last, so he crushed the glimmers of hope the moment those foolish thoughts passed through his mind.

he has to keep his guard up. it's the only way he'll continue to survive.