this problem's gonna last

independent rp blog for a fandomless original character that goes by "jas." a cursed hunter known for his raybans and generally laid-back personality. blog is not safe for work. mun and muse are of age.

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                     fly me to the moon                      let me swing among those stars.                            

[redgrinned-deactivated20181118]

           I’M ON THE HUNT DOWN AFTER YOU.

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strengthdrivcn:

@alightflickers <3′d

              The pain in his leg shoots throughout his body from the shelves that have fallen on top of his body. Even if he is a strong capable man he can’t lift them since they made a domino effect when they fell. Is his leg broken or is it just the pain from the WEIGHT crushing his limb? He can’t tell right now, but it won’t matter soon. The noises of the undead are already moving towards him and his gun only has a few bullets left. He’s never been the easy way out kind of person otherwise he would have done that long before the world ended. He’ll do what he can to keep them at bay until he just CAN’T anymore. Then all of a sudden a noise can be heard from another room. Whatever it is doesn’t sound DEAD so its his last ditch effort to remain ALIVE. “HELP! Is anyone there! Please!” 

The rotted new world is so NOISY; the dead up and about all had things to day. To pass by them was to pass by a symphony of emotions -- regret, anger, mourning. Some of the wobbling bodies were simply shells but others, oh, others had souls TRAPPED in them. Stubborn little things. People trying to hold on, to linger for whatever reason. People who didn’t understand that it was time to move ON. Jasper was used to dealing with such restless spirits but before the fall it has been one at a time. It had been spread out. He’d been able to THINK -- to sort out the spirits guiding him from the ones tirelessly groaning for relief. 

Now it was all CHAOS. It was one after another, apologies muttered. The dead have him going in CIRCLES and he knows it; body tired and soul falling quickly behind. More than anything he wanted time to shut down. A place to close his eyes, to shut OUT all the NOISE but there is a different call -- one that doesn’t echo, doesn’t repeat itself, doesn’t rip through him and pull like an anchor. A person. An actual, living person. Attention shifts and he starts in a new direction. One. Two. Three. The machete moves clean and easy --- puts a few down so he can nudge his way into a room with shelves toppled over. “Yikes.” The desperate calls for help make sense as he rounds the front and finds a man very, very STUCK. His blade ends up sheathed at his side and he starts to lift up heavy wood -- knows that luck would have the dead just as interested in the calls for help as he was. “Can you WEASEL your way out? We’re gonna have friends in here soon --- like BAD friends. The toxic sort you’d delete from your phone without telling them.”

[kendaspntwd]

[reedusnorman]

Norman Reedus and The Chicken: Part 2

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lostcne:

‘ i just want a chance to prove myself. i can’t just.. just sit by and let all of these fuckers roam around, killing people! i have to do something about it. ‘

that is something that seems to hit home, shoulders dropping in defeat as he sighs. he knows those words, knows what they mean. knows a mind that can’t be changed when it’s standing so stubbornly before him. he’s been there, in the same desperate spot. he’s thought the same words and hasn’t changed his mind since. jasper falls silent for a moment before he nods -- seems to perk up. a smile finds his face and he shrugs as if physically shaking the previous mood off.  “alright, then. we start small. like. baby steps.”

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lostcne:

‘ even so, i know where the line in the sand is. you shouldn’t.. you shouldn’t have to feel responsible for me. ‘

“but i do. how can i not? these ---- these are my hunts, my baggage. my problems. i don’t want you hurt because of them.”

[alightflickers-blog]

a list of people that jasper will flirt with:

everyone

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@bonesofmetal, continued.

“What?? ------ no!” The idea is so ridiculous that he actually laughs, practically teeters over from the force of it. The situation calls for the suspicion; they looked the fucking same and yet Jasper doesn’t seem to mind it, doesn’t reach for a weapon or proof. There is no noise, no warning from the ones that seem to haunt him that he is in the presence of something particularly dangerous. Another like him, perhaps --- in both features and the fact that they had been kissed by death. It has him curious, for sure. “I mean. I’ve never had a shifter or skinwalker outright say what they are, anyway, but. You can test me if I can test you.”

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                        [  this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend.  ]

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                                               INDEPENDENT && SELECTIVE CROWLEY.

I WEAR this CROWN of thorns Upon my LIAR'S chair Full of BROKEN thoughts I CANNOT repair Beneath the stains of TIME The FEELINGS disappear You are SOMEONE else I am STILL right HERE.

[thebravefox]

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[reedusgif]

Ride with Norman Reedus: Episode 103

[deviantfemale]

[love-personal]

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@lostcne , continued.

“i didn’t say you couldn’t. i’m just  --- i’d hate for something to happen to you. that’d be on me.”

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thelostspiritcole:

The first day Jasper had walked through his shop, Cole felt as though a breath of fresh air had stepped inside. His mind had been a mess of voices,but quieted the moment he greeted him. It’d been an utter surprise to the blond that day and he knew that the hunter would be someone good for him in the long run. 

There’s so much Cole desired to tell the hunter,but it was a risk that he was too afraid to take. How was the blond to tell Jasper that he was inhuman? That the only way for him to become human was to steal an innocent life? He never asked to be a part of this world,but he allowed the compassionate side of him to reach out and save someone. Cole’s very existence frightened him due to the complications it could result in.

He could be facing down Jasper’s gun in the end for killing someone.

His attention shifts to Jasper as the brunette’s mind suddenly calls out in declaration of finding a home–a place to belong and find comfort in. It causes Cole’s heart to skip a beat and it happens all too quickly. The soft kiss placed against his lips surprises him, leaving him barely able to respond back before those sweet lips are gone from his skin.

Cole’s skin burned with color, his hand snapping out to still Jasper’s forearm–assessing him with a curious blue gaze. “Did you…mean that?”he asked quietly,feeling a lump form in his throat.

“We’ve been flirting for…months now and I just—”

The sudden grabbing of his arm makes his smile falter; worry shining in his eyes behind glasses as heat rushes through his skin, The fear is that he may have overstepped something; that he had somehow managed to misread signals this entire time. The moment passes quickly, however -- as Cole goes as far as even admitting to his own habit of flirting. It's a good thing, a relief. Both of them were known to say and do certain things that could be considered suggestive but neither of them had taken big steps to actually express their feelings until now. It was baby steps with them. A few kind words here. A compliment there. Numbers exchanged. Texts in the middle of the night.

Jasper's expression softens and he chuckles slightly; warm and low. "I don't do anything I don't mean. Cole."

The answer is an honest one. Since his death, Jasper didn't do things unless he was absolutely sure about them. Unless they made him happy or got him closer to his goals. There wasn't time for other things. He'd lost his life at such a young age and there were many things that he hadn't yet gotten to experience in that moment. They were all little regrets that he was trying to deal with, trying to work through. Not having someone he could return to was one of them -- sure, he had a few friends he was known to fool around with but he hadn't actually pursued anyone since he started hunting. That changed with Cole. Everything changed with Cole.

His hands reach out, new charm jingling as he moves to cup cheeks. Jasper leans again, this time so that noses brush against one another. Lashes lower behind sunglasses and he practically coos out between them. "Should we do it right, this time?" Lips touch when he speaks but he waits for Cole to make his move, to be the one to decide if they kiss properly or not.