JEEST NATION WE UP!

He has found Joost!

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Do you guys ever think about if the 1996 movie adaptation of The Crucible was made 20 years later it could've gotten the Hamilton fandom treatment?

Like I know there's already an absurd amount of fanficiton but like could you imagine going on YouTube and getting recommended an angsty Abigail and Proctor animatic? Or like going on tumblr and seeing people call Reverend Hale a "smol boi" or something?

I think that would be really funny idk

Real!!

Every inch of you is perfect from the

to the

*Drops this here for Jeest Fans 🫳*

eXtras: MASTERMIND

~Hymns of Death Oneshot~

Running.

Jere couldn't understand why he was running in the first place, he felt something chasing him as his teeth clenched tightly before charging and opening the door forcefully.

Terrible mistake.

His feelings churned as he noticed an unconscious and possibly the corpse of Hiru Toge. How long were they dead for? But that wasn't his concern, his eyes locked on someone who appeared to be familiar to him. The blond Dutchman perhaps?

He slowly got closer to them before putting a hand on their shoulder, hoping to see his soft smile and his welcome arms. His worries slowly drifted apart as his smile grew before it was abruptly cut off. That same cheerful Dutchman was lost, as what stood in front of him was someone different.

"Joost," Jere felt his heart almost on the brink of sinking. "Joostie, are you alright?"

With a small yet sinister grin, the lightly blond leaned over and averted his gaze by narrowing his eyes a bit, his hand slowly reached over to his chin and grabbed it gently, it still felt tight to Jere, which made his heart tremble. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I, Well, Uhm, it's that because—!"

"Hiru Toge, huh? Awe, don't be scared," Joost leaned over and made the Finn focus only on him. "They were only in the way of My dreams, so I had to make them settled."

Jere felt his heart racing, his hands twitching beside him, feeling tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. Joost noticed this as he smiled again, despite it feeling almost like a mask of danger. "Jere, no need to be terrified of me, I'm not going to hurt you."

Jere froze in fear as he felt him leaning into his ears, his breathing felt cold and almost carnivorous. "Just yet...if you promise to not cry wolf."

Guys I think I got a plot

JUST HEAR ME OUT!!

What if we take Jeest…and MAKE it into a Story where Jere/Käärijä basically is a Vampire/Demon being and Joost was just a son that was put under the care of a extreme religious clan (kinda like the ones during the Salem witch trials era). So to the ‘caretakers’ they basically forbid Joost from leaving into the woods and they don’t tell him why (but in retrospect, it’s because of Jere and his little family group -Other Vampires-)

So guys…If NONE of y’all gonna hear me out and write this down then I’ll do it >:(

*throws a lobotomargarita at you and runs away*

☝️😀✊😐

I beg ya pardon?

Guys I saw a Gojira (the Band with French men with two of them being American French brothers) Mpreg fanfic on AO3 with the god damn Drummer and some random guy

Hymns of Death

written by CocoaWinds99 (ME!!)

Thirty people trapped in one facility, forced into complete isolation from humanity in order to escape with either a choice of six, five, or three Survivors or consider to press on with the Game.

In order to make it through, they must have to go through the key aspects: Trials Obstacles Sacrifices And most importantly, the game of choice and trust

Then they’ll see who will win and who’s behind the game.

READ MORE on AO3!

yeah I wrote this in 2024, So what?

Don’t judge me >:(