𝙾, 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁

indie oc written by klaus. est. 2013 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

[hiethen]

i guess i’m rebooting jude ? eventually. don’t know what will change all that much other than some details, but i’ll let yall know. for now, however, this is an official hiatus notice. if you really wanna see where i’ll be, @hauhnt is my main but i am not really active there either. but if i were to be, it’d be there.

[hiethen]

jude’s g*dhood is really.... different. and troubling. he is the result of power hungry humans. what he is, is called a creator, which is, in essence, a mimicry of (a) g*d. if he were to stand before an old g*d, they’d laugh at him, call him a false g*d. he wouldn’t be taken seriously, i think, at first, because he is so new, and the new g*ds are still a newer concept in my universe ! but he will eventually become more and more recognized. hell, he even gets his own followers down the line that much i know for sure lmao. 

[hiethen]

ichordreamt·

SHE ISN’T SURE WHAT SHE SHOULD BE AFRAID OF ANYMORE. a few years ago it was the headless woman in the graveyard. then it was the ghost that haunt the building across the street from the graveyard. the fire at the motel, the death of those families, her family. now she thinks she should be afraid of herself or shouldn’t be of anything at all. quinn bit at the inside of her cheek and tucked the books in hand in the hollow part of her elbow. 

“i didn’t know she had a kid.” a beat, quinn swallowed thickly: “i was, uh, actually here to see you.” 

well, this certainly is a SURPRISE. word must have already gotten out that stella has a new PARTNER. jude can’t really complain, it gives him something to do, and perhaps a better reputation. to get stronger. whatever he can do to give him and marci a better life. “ me ? what could i possibly do for you ? “

[hiethen]

multiple people: i need your help jude jude: who the fuck told people id help them

[hiethen]

nitebit·

‘yes,’ and then not even a second later,  ‘actually, no. no. i’m not here to see the kids. or marci.’ there is something about her that feels off. she is jumpier than usual and she pulls at her fingers while she speaks,  ’i’m here to see you. i have a problem. i need your help.’ 

hooded eyes lift, he gives her a small glance before he drops it. not one for EYE CONTACT that much, nothing against her. finger scratches the side of his ( large ) nose. “ that right ? “ he could be a DICK. doesn’t know her all that well, but, he knows she’s close to solveig. his mind is... OPEN to the possibility. “ and what do ya need me for ? “

[hiethen]

biirdbone‌:

@hiethen​

What do you do when things go bump in the night? When the floorboards of your empty apartment creak and there’s no excuse to be provided for the noise, no way you could hide from the fact that you are not alone? What do you do when you know that someone is coming for you, that they are right at your bedside just waiting for you to open your eyes and scream? The answer is simple when you have so few options left:    you take the knife you keep under your pillow, the one you sleep with, and you don’t wait for answers like who and why; you feel warm blood on your face; you strike first; you flee; you do not turn the light on for anything, for fear of the horror scene you might find of your own doing. You run, and keep running from your home until you remember that you are not wearing shoes, drawn to the closest ally you can sense in nothing but a tank-top and a pair of boxers, hair drenched now from the thin sheet of rain that tickles your skin. You search dark alleys, empty streets until you find someone you think could help. You feel your pursuers close behind, scenting you. You should have called someone, instead of running out here like a horror movie cliche, but here you are, a mess of bleeding feet and sheer waking panic.                               “Jude?”         What a mess she must look. Bloody face, knife dripping and held tightly in her grip. Cuts on her arms. Was there more than one person after her? How did they get into her apartment without waking her? She can barely speak, she keeps a safe distance away from those she would call ally.       “I— I - I–” 

weather like this usually has jude staying home, AVOIDING the rain. but when your children run out of MILK and BABY FOOD, then sacrifices must be made. his arm carries a paper bag, the contents of exactly those items he came out in search for ( including a few TREATS for himself and solveig ), and an umbrella in his free hand. it’s late, the CONVENIENT STORE the only thing open now. thinks he may have robbed that one back in the day.  “ jude ? “ her voice takes a moment to REGISTER to him. he hasn’t seen emma in a long time, and quite frankly, he wouldn’t put it passed martin to find out about her. to USE HER to attack him. jude turns, he meets her gaze, and it’s truly emma. he takes note IMMEDIATELY of the state she appears to be in. “ emma, “ he responds, brows coming together some. he looks down at his arms, then simply REACHES OUT to hold the umbrella over her head. he senses there’s TENSION, fear, even. gaze drifts from her, to the direction from which she came.  “ ya alright ? someone followin’ ya ? “ oh, how jude wishes there were. he could always go for TEARING INTO something. 

[hiethen]

thinkin abt how when i last saw alex turner in person, he looked like one of the three blind mice. 

[hiethen]

ensular‌

oh ?! she’s giggling - tugging him by his arm. summoning him down on the couch ,  it seems.  “ come - come here.  ”

he smiles, body pulled CLOSER to hers. jude sits beside her, his arms reaching out to her, pulling her onto his lap. “ nah, you c’mere, “ their lips meet once more, his arms WRAP around her in a comfortable embrace.

[hiethen]

i did not get good sleeps...

[hiethen]

sorry, i promise i’ll be here in a little bit. my insides are rioting against me rn n i havent slept very good,, 

[hiethen]

like for a lil smth smth 

[hiethen]

like for a lil smth smth 

[hiethen]

honestly, while i wish i could consider being multiship.... jude and marci are just endgame in every verse n i just cant see him with anyone else romantically. but i really want other kind of ships here, especially friendships and enemies....... love those concepts and they’re so overlooked.

[hiethen]

oh, he’s seen her around. no doubt, she’s seen him. they’ve got a MUTUAL CONNECTION: stella. jude clears his throat, scratches the side of his nose. “ she--- uh, took her kid out for somethin’. STELLA, i mean. she ain’t here. “

❪ @ichordreamt​​ ❫ liked !

[hiethen]

“ --- ya here t’see the KIDS ? “

❪ @nitebit​ ❫ liked ! 

[hiethen]

like for a lil smth smth 

[hauhnt]

❝ 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬. ❞

( private + selective embodiment of the void / written by klaus )