DEAD MAN WALKING.

the patron saint of lost causes.

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DEAD MAN WALKING. an independent writing account for an astral projector. rules, dossier, & verses. freed by ashley (she/her, +25).

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sorry to be a pain in the ass but. i miss my girlies desperately so i’m moving jude back to @bachelorsgrovecemetery

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i was busy yapping to my bestie after work but i will be on for a lil bit now until i pass out!

[pulpyfiction]

What is your soul made of ?

winter air, black tea, a campfire

you're exhausted, but at least you're consistent. your energy is there but it's always low, like burning coals. you're slow moving, almost in a constant state of lethargy but you find comfort in it. you've found a routine that works for you and you're satisfied, it doesn't make you burn and come alive with passion, but it gives you enough to sustain what you need to get through the day.

tagged by: stolen from @therelentless tagging: YOU!

[pulpyfiction]

what's your role in the tragic play?

jude dallan, you are: the sweet supporting character.

i wanna be your grandma so bad, please let me pinch your face and knit you a sweater. you're most likely the best friend of the protagonist, and there's some possible overlap between you and the narrator. you're sweet and try very hard to be selfless. you watch the ones you love descend into darkness, and make every effort to help them through it all. it's not enough. you keep trying to make it enough. you provide comic relief, a listening ear, a hug, advice── any method of support you can think of. your own personal tragedy isn't documented. sometimes you wish it was, even though you're the one who ensures it is not. you want people to care for you the way you do for others. but you refuse to ask for it, so you wait for others to read between the lines. they usually don't. at least you're the one who gets to survive the tragedy. no matter how many times you beg to trade places, it is always you at the end, sitting at someone else's grave.

[bugjest]

"no trespassing" "restricted area" "private property" bro im literally curious by nature

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN by JADA YUAN {x}

[segamascott]

*flirtatiously* i have no real connection to reality 😏

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@andpale “please, you don’t have to be afraid.” he extends both hands, a gesture meant to be reassuring … jude realizes moments later that it could come across as alarming instead. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry! i didn’t meant to frighten you, i’m not going to hurt you.”

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@archaievist jude gazes over a shelf of books, idly tracing his fingers over the spines in a row. “you know something? it’s funny. when i was a kid, i wasn’t much of a reader.” his head was too in the clouds to focus on the words on a page. “… now as i’m older, i don’t know what i’d do without books. can’t stop reading.”

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work is so slow today i Cannot

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good morning!!! more starters to come mayhaps during my break, def after work

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also also: jude is a p good artist …… let him sketch ur muse

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me 🤝 jude going to bed stupid early bc we have to get up stupid early

[kosmogrl]

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@linewrk “most of these i got when i was young and dumb.” he’d barely count some of them as tattoos. stupid doodlings, mostly on his hands, by friends that had too little sense and more time on their hands than a young man should have. now, jude can chuckle … if only because there’s nothing else for him to do.

“i only have a few that actually looks good.” jude rolls up his right sleeve to reveal a professionally done sun baring a crown. he looks down at the art and smiles. “this one is my favorite.”

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@unlament he has a habit of this. it comes with the territory. appearing in a dream so suddenly; you’re bound to startle a person or two. jude feels guilty every time, of course — he’s about as threatening as a … well, anything is more threatening than him, but she doesn’t know that.

jude keeps his hands out in the open, his palms exposed to show he means no harm, holds no weapons. “i’m really, really sorry. I don’t mean to scare you. you might not believe it but — i’m just as lost right now as you are.”