Boosted Redhead

"What the fuck do you want?" Mama Julies second in command; a boosted clone of Red. |RP blog of Boosted!Red from Happy Families AU. Details on 'The Family' link page. |

[capristthuns]

What the fuck are you doing I thought I'd locked you away

what the fuck are you doing i thought you finally ate it

[junkie-redhead]

What the fuck did I eat  because you're gonna eat a bullet shotadick 

[junkie-redhead]

PoliceCop!Brad: i just wanna punch/lick your face mike sorz

[junkie-redhead]

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[junkie-redhead]

{Hi yeah I just sort of remembered I have this account erm yeah still alive maybe i'll come back to here and burnoutvendetta one day /ovo/}

[junkie-redhead]

[sarasiborgs]

[darkdays-brightnights-deactivat]

[delfeur]

That’s the nasty, nasty secret of war- When yer winning- When yer winning it’s bloody thrilling.

Monsters of Men - Patrick Ness (via i-dobelieveincommas)

[typesetjez]

jez is made of tacos, bears, and earthquakes. With a dash of the North.

[cooltrainershells]

Shells is made of pepper, lazy, and clouds. With a dash of Godzilla.

[crawlfromeden-deactivated201912]

Ryvkah is made of copper, Folk, and time. With a dash of James Bond.

well that’s actually really accurate

[lesbiangerblin]

Isabella is made of tired, intelligence, and rivalry. With a dash of Pixar.

P much man.

[boneprincee-blog-blog]

Smo is made of tired, Disco, and starlight. With a dash of ramen.

….we ll t h en

[springheeledsloan-deactivated20]

What ingredients does it take to make you?

Springheeledsloan is made of daggers, pepper, and Science. With a dash of radiation

hOW ABOUT YES

FUCKING SCIENCE

AND SHARP THINGS Y E S

[capristthuns]

“Mikey is made of smiles, dancing, and leftovers. With a dash of Godzilla.”

i’m  g o n na))

[junkie-redhead]

Brad is made of mangoes, Soul, and ammunition. With a dash of James Bond.

[draughtpieces]

[grumpybara-deactivated20140501]

mike chilton is gay pass it on

[surgyn]

mike children are gay pass it on

[kaneco-red]

mike “angrily sucks dick” children are gay pass it on

[junkie-redhead]

mike "angrilly chucks sick" chilblains are gay pass it on

[deluxian-despot]

junkie-redhead started following you

[junkie-redhead]

The redhead made no attempt to move his fingertips from where they pushed, tips forcing grooves into the muscular neck of /the/ Abraham Kane. Brad let out a soft snicker again, tip of his flat tongue siding along the wicked curve of his filed sharp teeth.  “Not so tough now, are we, Abey?” He pulled his hand away though, letting the other regain his breath as he listened out for the approach of security, brimming with excitement that gleamed in his eyes. “—These? I’ve got /3/ of them. You picked a fight with the wrong guy, wanker.”

[deluxian-despot]

“H-how? They’re not even in development yet, I only came up with the concept of boosters a year ago, how could you have some designed and made so quickly? It would take years to even come close to getting a working unit”

Even if someone had stolen his initial sketches and idea’s there was no way in hell someone would have been able to created them this fast, unless of course someone had come up with the idea before him, but how? He would have heard about the technological advancement.

“Stop! Freeze, step away from commander kane” The cavalry had arrived, five Cadets decked out in body armour, pointing their weapons towards Brad. One looked close to firing though Kane quickly called out.

“Not yet you idiot! You’ll shoot me!”

The incompetence of the new cadets was disheartening, especially when it could lead to him getting a bullet through the brain.

[junkie-redhead]

"I'd tell ya', but it'd ruin the fun, old fart." Scoffing, the redhead huffed out a heavy expel of air, upper lip curved in irritation. He folded one arm over the other, casting one glance along the hallway. Unlike most, Brad was utterly calm at the thought of a troupe coming, in fact, he seemed to be welcoming the idea.  Kane wouldn't understand anyway. He'd call Brad crazy; if he begun to explain how his daughter was a tyrant after his death. That these boosters weren't the prototype, but the Julie Kane modified brand. The technology was strong, that was a given. Enough to keep the clone alive, and enough to enhance his already selected skills with violence.  His fingers still drummed along the redheads neck, toying lightly with soft strokes along his jaw. "-- Your cadets are idiots, man... We'd use those guys for target practice, hunting."  Deciding to play into the game, however, Brad let go, and moved back, raising both of his hands in mock defeat. "Come get me, girls. I've been a /bad/ boy~" Licking the tips of his teeth, he made no inclination to move, but his pupils gleamed in excitement, wicked features sharpening in excitement. 

[jesodactyl-deactivated20141019]

Define your meaning of fun, is it fuckin’, druggin’ or guns?

[the-walking-dead-amc]

[trentsreznor]

[junkie-redhead]

[I don't know who I owe replies too. If you can be a pal and let me know if I owe you one, thanks! I guess that goes for Burntoutvendetta too I forget easily] 

[dvrkbloom]

Had to get a decent photo of this for my wallpaper. Worth it. Sharing here so if anyone else wants it, they can use it.