Hollow Point

Jude Noble. 24 . Witch I bring the match, you bring the gasoline It turns me on when you set me on fire Enter my bloodstream, you are my nicotine I need a fix, can we get much higher?

[judenoble]

andyalvarezz‌:

@judenoble​

“What the heck was that?” Dark eyes glaze over the ritualistic site. For months, Andrea dedicated her time and energy to resurrecting her mother. She poured her money and heart into the endeavor, roping in the necromancy witch. The young girl was desperate for cash, yet with all the knowledge her prominent coven gave her. Between that, the months spent working with her, and the collection of spiritual offerings – there was no way it could go wrong. But as the candles flickered and the offerings remain still, it was clear. After endless tries that full moon, it was a failure. “Jude, I won’t ask you again.” Without missing a beat, her hand grabs the young witch by her wrist and pulls her up from the ground. They were situated at the center of the woods, without another soul to witness her actions. “Where is she?” Her grip tightens, fury and desperation filling her now teary eyes. “Where is my mom?”

She feels the last trace of power slipping out of her body like a ghost. Jude collapses, hands and knees digging into the Earth, sweat dripping down her brow. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. The ground is soft, wet beneath her hands. Suddenly Jude feels herself being ripped away, Andrea’s grip like a vice. “I-I...” She swallows, wondering just how the hell she’s gonna talk her way out of this one. Jude didn’t think she could actually resurrect her mother. She hoped for maybe a quick hello and that would have been enough. She couldn’t even manage that. The spirits seemed to be all quiet on the other end. Jude looks to the site, a stolen copy of her family’s grimoire on the ground. All she had to do was follow the spell scrawled by her old ancestors to a T and it should have worked, right? Like baking a cake! “I don’t know!” She finally snaps, ripping her hands from Andrea’s. “I don’t know, okay! It’s not fucking working.”

[judenoble]

hus-sara‌:

This girl was just Sara’s speed, especially tonight where she was clearly on something. Or likely a couple of things, which Sara could respect. If she wasn’t working she would at least have a couple shots under her belt but duty called. Sara grinned as Jude mentioned the catfight. “Deivience is what we strive for here at Chasers. Too many places are focused on decadence and decor they forget why people come out.” Figuring, fuck it, she reached under the bar for two shot glasses then grabbed a bottle of vodka. “To a night of memories!” Sara downed her shot without even wincing, slamming it back down on the table with a wild grin. “Not everyone here is a werewolf,” she explained to Jude. “I got some new shipment in of stuff, guess people couldn’t wait.”

Jude claps and jumps forward leaning on the bar when she sees Sara pulling out the two shot glasses. “Hell yeah!” Both of them it appeared were anything if not trouble. But Jude thrived off the chaotic energy of others. Lets her wrap herself in someone else for a little while. Some nights she didn’t care who but tonight it was at least someone pretty to look at. “To a night of memories we will hopefully never remember! Because I embarrass myself!” She downs her drink, unashamed to wince a little. “God.” She shakes her head. “What is it you do exactly? Bartender, drug lord extraordinaire?” 

[judenoble]

jacqdubois‌:

The elder vampires watches in amusement as her beverage topples out of her drink. From her energy to her wide-eyed wonder, Jacques can’t help but see the resemblance to his daughter. Even after centuries, the memory of her spirit remains ingrained in Jacques. “So is this what you are doing with your infinite talent?” His tone manages to contain his judgement, instead speaking kindly to the young witch. “Magic tricks to swindle humans out of their cash?” Leaning against the counter, he can’t resist adding; “Because if that’s the case, feel free to coerce that gentleman in the back. His blood smells delicious from here.”

Jude never took to her studies like her sibling did. She managed to grasp her magic alright. Really only working hard at the spells she deemed useful. The others she practiced only while her parent was breathing down her neck. Her talents as a witch, unfortunately, were never much to brag about. And quite honestly she couldn’t care less. “Don’t give the magic that much credit.” She wags a finger at him. “That’s all my natural charm and pizzazz.” Jude gives a sloppy wink with a wicked grin before turning to look at who Jacques was pointing out. “Him?” She says, none too quietly. “Vampires CAN look in the mirror right? Have you seen yourself? Up your standards, man.”

[judenoble]

cal-roberts‌:

“Wouldn’t surprise me if you did. Goats are the worst.” Cal thanked the bartender with a wink and took a drink of his well-made long island. “Actually, it’s monthly gatherings. The sniffing each other’s butt thing is optional, but all the cool kids are doing it.” He smacked his lips together before taking another drink. “So you’re in a coven? Which one. I’m…friendly with one of the Supremes.” Friendly might have been pushing it. Cal and Sage aligned together because of their shared interests, but they most certainly weren’t friends.

“Well if all the cool kids are doing it...” Jude raises her brow, takes a sip of her new drink and pretends she doesn’t enjoy the lack of battery acid. “Friendly?” She asks with a slight tone of disbelief but I mean honestly could you blame her. Not many covens (especially hers) were exactly warm and fuzzy, welcoming you with open arms. “The Golightlys.” She says it almost like a test, like surely he couldn’t be talking about her Supreme. Her Sage.

[judenoble]

cal-roberts‌:

“Top secret witch stuff, huh? That tracks. You witches do like your secrets. Somehow, I doubt battery acid breakfasts are one of those typical secrets.” Cal shook her hand, looking amused. “You can call me Cal. Most people do.” He leaned over the bar and called to the bartender who made drinks that didn’t burn a person to ash from the inside out to order them both drinks. “So, you’re a witch, huh? Shouldn’t you be doing….witchy things? Don’t you have coven-gatherings or whatever?”

She rolls her eyes with a smirk on her lips and leans back in her seat a bit. “Nice to meet you, Cal, expert of witches.” A witch doing witchy things. Was that all her ancestors years of lore and legacy were chalked up to? “Yeah.” She deadpans “We have coven-gatherings where we sacrifice goats and talk to the dead,” not completely a lie “and you have, what, annual gatherings where you howl at the moon at sniff each other’s butts?” Jude shoots back and happily takes a sip of her drink just as its placed in front of her. 

[judenoble]

cal-roberts‌:

“Oh really? The witches I know didn’t mention that. I’ll have to ask them about it next time I see them.” Cal raised a brow as the stranger took down the drink. With his enhanced senses (although he wasn’t sure he needed werewolf smell for this), he could smell exactly how strong her drink was. He scrunched his nose as she threw it back. “You’re brave. Or stupid. Sometimes, it’s the same thing.” He turned on his bar stool and held out his hand. “Actually, most of the time it’s the same thing. What’s your name, brave and stupid?”

Oh fuck. That bartender should be thrown in jail or at the very least fired. Jude’s head is in a daze, her drinks from the last club she was at not settling well with the liquid abomination that was currently sitting at the bottom of her stomach. She forces a smile however, turning to the stranger at the bar next to her. “That’s because it’s very, ah, top secret.” She waves the excuse away. “So don’t tell anyone I told you.” She taps a finger to his chest, eyes earnest. “I’m Jude. But I will answer to brave or stupid.” She shakes his hand with a grin. “And your name?”

[judenoble]

cal-roberts‌:

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you,” Cal chuckled, coming up to stand next to a stranger at the bar. “That bartender is new. She made me a drink last night and it tasted like pure battery acid. And I’m a werewolf - so you know, I think I’ve got a higher tolerance than most.” He nodded to the drink on the bar. “I’d flag down the other girl - down there, and have her remake that for you.” // @judegolightly​

Finally after what felt like a particularly long time for a particularly simple drink Jude has the cool glass wrapped around her fingers when the warning is issued. She flicks her eyes to the wolf, a brow raised. “Well jokes on you. I’m a witch and we drink battery acid for breakfast.” Jude tips the drink back. It’s instant death the moment the liquid hits her taste buds. But there was no way in hell she could turn back now. With all the strength she could muster she forces the drink down. Head spinning and stomach uneasy she turns to the other. “Maybe-” she tries not to choke, “maybe I just have a higher tolerance than you.”

[judenoble]

ashdaviss‌:

As she stepped into the familiar, quaint little cafe and bookstore, Ashton was immediately greeted by the sound of Jude’s voice from across the cafe. Ash quickly waved back to the witch who had already snagged them a table, before stepping up to the counter to put in her order. She had found an unlikely friend the night of the Manor Party in the form of Jude Golightly. Even surprised to realize that the Golightly witch was equally interested in learning about her own past. 

With her black coffee and a dash of milk in hand, Ashton finally joined the witch at their table. Sliding into the seat across from Jude, Ash set her bag down beside her chair on the floor. Tucked inside was her trusty laptop, that had certainly seen better days, and her almost just as tattered journal. Her eyes flicked to the cheesy romance book in the other’s hands before up to Jude’s face, and a teasing grin tugged at the corners of her lips. “Lord of Scoundrels,” the journalist read the title aloud with a little wiggle of her brows. “Sounds steamy.” 

Jude closes the book and holds it to her chest with a smile. “Oh. It is.” She raises her brows before laughing tucking the book away into her bag. “And absolutely lives up to the name. Declan is a total Scoundrel.” She’d only recently gotten into reading a string of trashy romance novels. It was a nice little self indulgent escape. “Enough about him though. You make it home okay the other night? No creeps try to harass ya?”

[judenoble]

jacqdubois‌:

He never frequented what most vampires called ‘the hunting ground’ if he could help it. Certainly, easy pickings roamed in the form of drunk young adults. But there was an ample supply of shoppers at the Dubois marketplace to satiate the clan leader. Never the less, nights like these were important. It allowed him to keep an eye on the loathsome humans, whilst simultaneously gathering intelligence. They may appear as fun-loving humans, but Jacques had little doubt that they appeared. He spots the familiar witch, a cordial (if not bemused) smile on his face. “Jude.” He nods in acknowledgement, glancing at the stack of cards. “Hasn’t your Supreme warned you about magic tricks in public?” Jacques kids, a subtle reference to her less-than-outrageous performance.

She slides over, her drink sloshing a bit as she goes. Jude was nothing if not entirely oblivious to nearly all of her surroundings. It wasn’t with intent to be rude, however. Jacques was good company at the party. From what she could remember anyway. A nice, calm break in her otherwise whirlwind of an evening. 

When he acknowledges her tarot cards Jude only laughs and shakes her head. “These?” She waves them once before dropping them into a pocket on her purse. “These are bullshit. I bought them at a gas station.” She straightens a little, almost proud to admit her ruse. “But, ya know. Humans believe pretty much anything.”

[judenoble]

hus-sara‌:

Sara was back behind the bar pouring drinks, a not so difficult job seeing as the most anyone ever got was a beer. What did get complicated was when people wanted something extra– which was really why anyone came to Chasers in the first place. At this rate she would have to stock up again tomorrow but all those thoughts went away when she saw who was calling for her. “Jude!” Sara handed off a beer she had just poured then reached across the bar to touch Jude’s shoulder. She laughed, “hell of a place ain’t it? Not to be down on my business but we’re usually not this rowdy.” Despite the stress, Sara just smiled through it. 

It was safe to bet that Jude had already pre-gamed a little before heading out. And of course before her pre-game she needed to relax with her pre-game joint. So she was well buzzed as she flounced towards Sara. “This place rules! I saw my first cat fight in Shadowfalls outside this place.” She leans back as though they hadn’t just met in a brand new town the night before. “Lotta memories will be made here. I can feel it.” She grins and tips back forward, her arms landing across the bar top. “What’s got the crowd riled up? Full moon?” 

[gownegirl]

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[judenoble]

Jude Golightly  Task 002: BDSM Kink Test Top Result: Rope Bunny (100%)

100% Rope bunny 99% Brat 76% Submissive 75% Primal (Prey) 72% Experimentalist 63% Voyeur 63% Brat Tamer 59% Degradee 59% Switch 58% Degrader 55% Pet 54% Primal (Hunter) 53% Non-monogamist 53% Dominant 52% Masochist 51% Exhibitionist 50% Rigger 50% Vanilla 40% Daddy/Mommy 38% Sadist 11% Ageplayer 4% Slave 4% Boy/Girl 1% Master/Mistress 0% Owner

[judenoble]

moodboard { ash & jude } @ashdaviss

[judenoble]

moodboard { jude | fashion style }

[judenoble]

moodboard: { jude & sage } @shadesof-sage

[therpmemes]

                                    moodboard meme

send me one of the following symbols and i’ll make a moodboard for my character.

✿ for a general moodboard about my muse

💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship

❤  for a moodboard about a romantic relationship of my muse 

💗 for a moodboard about another significant relationship in my muse’s life

💕  for a moodboard on my muse’s view on romantic and/or sexual relationships 

👗 for a moodboard about my muse’s fashion style

👶 for a moodboard about my muse’s childhood

🏠  for a moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics

🍕 for a moodboard about my muse’s favorite foods

👮 for a moodboard about my muse’s occupation

[judenoble]

closed | @hus-sara​

“Move, move, move, uhg-” she shoves a guy who steps directly in front of her. “My bite is worse than my bark, buddy! Watch it!” The bar was packed to the brim tonight it seemed. Jude had only been here a time or two before, still committed to trying all the new spots that keep popping up. But Chaser’s was a particularly rowdy sport she liked to swing by for a night of trouble and sight seeing. Jude scans the bar before spotting her target. “Sara!” She shouts and fights her way to the bar. “You told me about your bar,” she motions to said bar, “so I came to the bar!”