i just realized

the last memory jake has of jane, is her forcing him to marry her, and then killing him

before that it was her acting crazy inappropriate while in trickster mode

and his last memory of her when she wasnt under any influence, she was angry at him and shouting at him

and he still jumped in front of that sword

I tend to think into continuations of certain fics a bit too much.

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"Son." A man said, looking through a pane of plastic with small holes carved into it.

"It’s that time again, son." 

The man sat there, trying to fix his wrinkled shirt and slightly off-center tie, adjusting the hat upon his head as he readied himself to be proper for his young child, this child who was sent here some time ago.

Johnathan was normally quite the happy little child. He played and socialized with his peers, did as well as one could expect in school, and never caused a huge fuss over things, save for his bed times on certain occasions. Even more so when Matthew McConaughey was in a starring role.

But within these last few months, his son had grown rather oddly distant to his father. At first, it came across as a normal trend, just a male teenager trying to find his role in life, not wanting to be stifled by the shadow of his father. And the man did what he could to support and respect this aspect. But it quickly got out of hand. The boy freaked out over the sight of cakes and cookies, claiming some alien female was running Betty Crocker, purposely destroying anything resembling the symbol that the company bore. He started spending more time going on and on about how he thought the world was going to be destroyed, how he was supposed to save it.

Then the delusions of the windy thing began. 

The boy would sit in his room, window open and powder in the air. He was so certain of himself that he was able to manipulate the powers of the element to his disposal, even after the man in the hat pleaded with him to cease. It wasn’t until the day the boy tried to jump from the roof of the house, so cocksure he could fly, that enough was enough.

Since that day, the boy remained in his own little room, surrounded by doctors and nurses to look after him. Every day he kept swearing that the destruction of the universe was upon us all.

And once a month the man would return to see his insane little boy, in some vague hope that it would be the one day he would be ok, that he could hug his child once more, that he could attempt to live and survive in society, even with additional help, so he could be himself again. So he could be outside…

Free as the wind he claims to be able to control.

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/I guess this is my attempt at a lyricstuck? Just this portion of the song, anyway.

Spoilers, yeah. I imagine Karkat and Gamzee’s reconciliation takes a toll on whatever he and Dave have going on.

(Oh, and it’s transparent. <3)