ɢᴀsᴏʟɪɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ (ᴀᴘ.)

priv. ind. gta! michael jones penned by bo.

[greelin]

[COVERED IN BLOOD, EYES LARGE] i have been working. On my resume

[mjalti]

not to be dramatic but life is feeling a lot like that time Edward broke up with Bella in twilight and Stephenie made all the chapters during the break up empty pages with just “September.” “October.” “November.” written at the top

[rvisedbvwolves]

i’m sorry to say i doubted him after he teared up taking a shot on off topic but michael jones is still the scariest craziest toughest most badass savage motherfucker at this company 

[jerseydevll]

proud of u!!!!!

ooc. ahhh thank you anon!! <3 it’s been a climb!! can’t wait to see what comes next.

[socio--flower]

Kill yourself

Kill me yourself you fucking pussy

[jerseydevll]

another character stats thing!

TAGGED BY: @shvrpknives​ TAGGING: everyone who wants to!! but also @dickpvnch​ copy/paste and repost!

GENERAL

NAME: michael vincent jones ALIAS(ES): michael, mikey, jersey devil GENDER: male (he/him) AGE: 29 DATE OF BIRTH: july 24th OCCUPATION: demolitions, gunman

APPEARANCE

EYE COLOR: brown HAIR COLOR: red-brown HEIGHT: 5′9 BURNS: scattered, mostly on his knuckles OVERWEIGHT: no UNDERWEIGHT: no

FAVORITE

COLOR: orange HAIR COLOR: blonde EYE COLOR: brown SONG: do re mi by blackbear MOVIE: ocean’s eleven TV SHOW:  forensic files FOOD: the goddamn mcrib DRINK: screwdriver BOOK: ??? who reads

HAVE THEY

PASSED UNIVERSITY: nah HAD SEX: yes HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: no GOTTEN PREGNANT: no KISSED A BOY: yes KISSED A GIRL: yes GOTTEN TATTOOS: yes GOTTEN PIERCINGS: yes HAD A BROKEN HEART: yes BEEN IN LOVE: no STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: yes

ARE THEY

A VIRGIN: no A KISSER: yes SCARED EASILY: no JEALOUS EASILY: debatable TRUSTWORTHY: yes

DOMINANT: SUBMISSIVE: IN LOVE: yes SINGLE: no

RANDOM QUESTIONS

HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES: yes; mostly indirectly THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: yes ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: no WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: yes DROVE A CAR: yes HAVE/HAD A JOB: yes HAVE ANY FEARS: lack of control, suffocation/drowning, losing a limb, dying alone.

FAMILY

SIBLINGS: 2 brothers, estranged; john and david. PARENTS: estranged; denise (living) and vincent (???) CHILDREN: no PETS: a ragdoll cat w/ ray, named taco

[jerseydevll]

like a lot of others it seems like, finals and work have really got me smashed for time. ill be back in the saddle in maybe a week or two, and ill try to do some sparse replies between study. love you folks. keep well

[dcllfvce-blog]

[jerseydevll]

dcllfvce.

             her eyes closed && she held onto him tightly, fingers wrapping up in his shirt as she nuzzled his sternum just a little bit. a small movement of affection from the girl. she sighed again, her breath warm against his shirt, && her fingers flexed a bit.   ❝ if ANYONE fucks with you, michael, i’ll make sure they never see the light of day again. ❞   she swore softly against his chest, shifting her head again to nuzzle him. meg turned her eyes to look up at him, hazel eyes showing nothing but affection.   ❝ you can’t get rid of me. ❞

     she was small, but god knew she packed a punch && she meant every word she uttered. one second sweet, the next with a dash of spice. that’s where the illusion of normalcy blurs into the darker reality. but that’s okay. ❝ i think that’s my line. you name ‘em, and you know i’ll bury them for you. ❞ michael chuckles && sinks a fond hand into meg’s hair, the movement releasing some lingering scent of her shampoo into the air. he breathes it in slowly, now resting a cheek on the bombshell’s head. ❝ fuckin’ good. i wouldn’t want to. you’re stuck with my ass ‘till I die. ❞ 

[hellstuck]

[jerseydevll]

dcllfvce.

❝ michael… ❞  she sighed his name softly before stepping forward. her arms moved around his waist && she laid her head against his chest lightly.  ❝ we aren’t normal people. there’s no possible way we can be normal with the life we live… but we have each other… right? ❞

     meg was right; as usual. the sigh of michael’s name is a relief to him, and he lets her wrap herself around him without any fight. she’s warm, and he can feel her breath against the fabric of his shirt. michael holds her close, hands cradling her shoulder-blades. maybe this is just normal enough to pretend. ❝ yeah. we’ve got each other. ❞ he cracks a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood.  ❝ shitty hand in shitty hand. ❞

[jerseydevll]

"If you're really a clever one, and know what it is to see, then you can make friends with a special one - a friend to you and me!" -bcbadcck

ask me. — @bcbadcck

      That’s gotta be his eyes playing a cruel trick on him, right? The stress of the upcoming workload must just be getting to Michael, and he’s imagining the thing—a thing that is most definitely not a friend—standing in his room as he squints into the darkness, sweat forming on his hot forehead and draining down the back of his neck. Yeah, stress. That’s the only explanation for the vaguely man-shaped shadow putting his blood on ice. His anxious mind had made him see things in the dark before, though never THIS.

     As for its talking, well, that’s harder to blame on his tired, weak eyes. Maybe he’s finally lost his last marble, or drowned too many brain-cells in Geoff’s whiskey cabinet. Michael turns over in bed and scrunches his eyes closed, throwing the shadow figure a middle finger.

     “ WHATEVER — fuck off. ”

[jerseydevll]

OOC. I got my blood drawn and ate dinner and then promptly fell asleep on the couch,,,, for four hours.... rip my tired ass. i’ll be around on discord and doing replies once i wake up a little. my neck is not too happy with me.

[jerseydevll]

[jerseydevll]

iii. redhearted. smoke eater; a boy of constant rebellion against the universe, his middle finger pinned to the sky.

IND. PRIV. GTA. MICHAEL JONES ☆ FEB 2015

[jerseydevll]

@dcllfvce​ from ask.

      ❝ listen, i get that. i wish we could be, too. but that’s not how it is && i dunno that we can be — it’s hard to be a normal fucking person with you when we’re both fucked up from our own shit. ❞

[jerseydevll]

gcldenfool.

@jerseydevll I hate. Late classes. But I had to take this. And work is always until 9. I never get a break. Sobs

my dude same. i get home at like 9 on most school nights and soon... 11 on most work nights... if we combined with the energy of two people we can maybe fucking survive for a hot second

[deadphilosophy]