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Eyes forward, only ever drifting to skim each and every road sign to get some semblance of an idea of where he was going, Jake remained silent. As if in a trance, hypnotized by the curves of the highway and hum of the truck tires on the asphalt, his body was stiff as a board, only ever moving to shift gears.

Natalia's body language was unnerving, however Jake hadn't the first clue how to respond to it or what she had confided in him with. His own voice rang in his head, repeating, "What do I do?" as he tried to absorb the information she had given him.

Jake's silent trance was broken as soon as his ears heard soft whimpers coming from his right, tears running down his girlfriend's face. Her cheeks were red and puffy, matching her eyes perfectly. Not knowing how to comfort her, the teen simply removed his right hand from the shift knob and extended it out to her, offering, but not forceful.

❛ I will take care of you." ❜

#typewritxr

typewritxr asked:

“ you’re beginning to feel less like a friend and more like home . ” { teenage natty to jake before they start dating? ;)) }

Warmth immediately began to spread through his body as he listened to her words attentively. A scuffed up hand took her soft fingers and laced them with his, pulling her close enough to touch. Jake rested his forhead on hers and looked her in the eye for a moment before closing them, face moving slowly to the cruve of her neck. He released her hand and allowed it to move to her back, hugging her with all his might.

There were no words needed to be said, mainly because there was nothing more that could top the meaningful phrase she had spoken to him. To no one else. Just him. What she saw in a low-life like him, Jake had no idea. Even so, all he wanted was to relish in her affection before they eventually had to pull away. He wanted more than anything to use this time to finally ask her to be his, but for the moment...it was just them. That's all he needed.

❛ If a home is what you need, I'll be more than happy to be that for you, Natty. ❜

#typewritxr #v. falsified heros (teens!)#ask answered.#guns blazin' (jake.)

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A loud metallic SLAP! resonated through the phone as Jake finished cleaning his pistol, the slide snapping back into place. Safety on, Jake. Safety on. ❛ Whaaa? I have NO earthly idea what you’re talking about. I would never ❜

He went silent for a moment. ❛ I just want to make sure my baby girl is safe. They have no idea what I do for a living. I'm always gone on "business trips with the firm." Like they buy that bullshit. I have no training or schooling to be a lawyer. ❜ his chest rised and fell heavily, a long sigh permeating from his lips. What he'd do just to hug his wife and kids right now...but no, he had to be stuck with Damon on yet another incredibly dangerous raid. Jake pulled the phone closer to his face, lips almost touching the receiver.

❛ I miss you. ❜

#typewritxr #v. falsified heros

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#(all my fellow al's are following me and i just #//gushes #i miss my al already ugghhh)#who the fuck are you? (ooc.)#to be deleted.

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UNREQUITED LOVE STARTERS

closeted love

‘ i just … want you to be happy. ’ ‘ i’m not leaving your side. for anything. ’ ‘ you can’t get rid of me that easy. ’ ‘ can i help with anything? ’ ‘ i care about you a lot. ’ ‘ you’re my … best friend. you always have been. ’ ‘ i can’t stand seeing you sad. let me cheer you up. ’ ‘ yeah, we’re … good friends, you’re right. ’ ‘ we can share the bed. if that’s not too weird? if it is i can set up the couch! ’ ‘ oh! sorry. i’m a bit of a hugger. ’ ‘ oh, yeah, the french greet with a kiss. i went to … paris. last summer. habit. y’know. ’

no love

‘ i thought we were just friends. ’ ‘ i’m sorry, i just don’t feel that way about you. ’ ‘ can we just … stay friends? ’ ‘ i’m sorry, but i can’t … i can’t be what you want. ’ ‘ we aren’t a thing. ’ ‘ i’m not the person you’re looking for. ’

ex is hung up

‘ i just don’t feel that way anymore. ’ ‘ i’ve moved on. ’ ‘ i can’t love you like that. not anymore. ’ ‘ you and i weren’t meant to be. ’ ‘ i just can’t be with you. ’ ‘ i love someone else. ’

desparate

‘ please. please, i need you. ’ ‘ just give me a chance. ’ ‘ one date. please. it’ll be worth it. ’ ‘ let me prove it to you. let me show you how much you mean to me. ’ ‘ don’t. don’t shut me down. please. ’

#another goddamn report? (prompts.)

wantalivepeople

unknown source

#day && night (jake//natalia.)

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A look of buffudlement immediately procured his features after what looked like a girthy pen slapped on the center console. Clear as day, two thin blue lines emitted from the center of a small indentation on the stick, the words "PREGNANT" and "NOT PREGNANT" labelled on the side of the lines to signify the results of the test. Jake picked the test up to get a closer look.

Two lines. Pregnant.

Shit.

Shit?

Ignition still on, Jake calmly placed the stick back in Natalia's bag and it it on the floorboard. Hands made their way back to the sterring wheel. With the truck already in gear, a small shift of weight on his right foot had the vehicle moving as he flicked on his left turn signal to merge onto the street. And he drove.

Silently. Thinking.

#v. falsified heros (teens!)#guns blazin' (jake.)#typewritxr

hello hello!! to any of you coming over from the Hazbin Hotel universe! I currently only have ONE character up and running with a bio in my hh verse. if you didn't know, i was formerly stvtic, an Alastor roleplay account. as much as i loved and adored portraying Al, the amount of personal accounts following me simply because "OOO ALASTOR I LOVE YOU" became quite overwhelming. so, i decided to instead come back to some old oc's and make a verse for Hazbin Hotel so that i may once again interact with you guys. don't get me wrong, it's not that i didn't like the community. like i stated, i just got a little overwhelmed. i may one day reopen stvtic once the hype of Hazbin Hotel dies down.

#who the fuck are you? (ooc.)#hazbin hotel #roleplay #(god with as long as i've been doing this you think i'd know how to tag shit)

Hazbin Hotel Verse

Jake Devlin

Cause of Death: Bled out from a gunshot wound.

Hell Species/Form: Wolf/Hell Hound (human figure, wolf ears and tail, sharp teeth/canines)

Height: 7’8”

Weight: 300lb

Class/Demon Rank: Upper-Middle (on a scale of egg boi to, well, Alastor.)

Current residency type: Renting

Occupation: Self-employed mercenary

Single/Married: Though he was married in life, he immediately became single upon entering Hell. (“Till death do us part,” and all. Yeah.)

Brief bio:

Jake came to Hell after an incident that occurred in the overworld that inevitably got him killed via gunshot wound. He kept the same title and occupation he held as a human when he was alive, a mercenary. Although he couldn’t “kill” any denizens of Hell per say, he’d subject them to different methods of torture as requested by whomever hired him.

He was able to gain strength as a demon with his occupation and gained quite a bit of power rather quickly. Jake tapped out in regard to “gaining power” after becoming too strong too quick. His body couldn’t handle the pressure, which is why he is only able to become as strong an upper/middle-class demon.

Though rather kind in the overworld, Jake became quite the dick after being sent to Hell, as his cause of death wasn’t so…seemly. To him, anyway. It reflected in his personality and how he handled interactions with other demons as well, which got him in a LOT of trouble when he first started out.

(This is really all I have in regard to a biography for Jake as of the moment. More will be added as needed.)

#who the fuck are you? (ooc.)#[bio. : jake devlin]#v. hazbin hotel #guns blazin' (jake.)

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* ( LEGACIES SEASON ONE / SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ You’re not very scared of me, are you? ❜

❛ What’s going on up there? ❜

❛ Who the hell are you? ❜

❛ I’m sure I can handle whatever it is. ❜

❛ I just have this feeling that everything is going to work out just fine. ❜

❛ Are you okay? ❜

❛ I was recently dead, so I think I’ll mend. ❜

❛ Worst. Spring Break. Ever. ❜

❛ It’s kind of hard to miss. ❜

❛ You and I, we can’t talk like this anymore. ❜

❛ Tell me where he/she/they is before I blow your head off. ❜

❛ No one should ever have to be alone like this! ❜

❛ Okay, I need your help. I’m going for Meghan Markle tasteful. ❜

❛ Oh, look, it’s Satan … in a crop top. ❜

❛ Come to burn my world down? ❜

❛ What do you want? ❜

❛ Hey, I didn’t see you at breakfast. ❜

❛ Trusting you is what got us into this mess. ❜

❛ What’s with the performance anxiety? ❜

❛ I was making an entrance, mop head. ❜

❛ Aren’t you supposed to help? ❜

❛ Why should I believe you? ❜

❛ Everybody lies. ❜

❛ Some people just want to watch the world burn. ❜

❛ We’re gonna give these townies a taste of what we’re really made of. ❜

❛ We are a school for the supernatural, which covers a lot of territory. ❜

❛ If you had it I wouldn’t have to say it. ❜

❛ People in town said it was for troubled rich kids. I see the rich part is true. ❜

❛ You’re the one that’s always telling me I need to get out more. ❜

❛ I tell you that you need to stop locking yourself in your dorm room binge-watching Cutthroat Kitchen. ❜

❛ Do you think I’m broken? ❜

❛ She was the best person I knew. Pretty much loved her in that way that they say only exists in movies. ❜

❛ People who say that are the people who have never had their hearts crushed. ❜

❛ This isn’t much of an after party. ❜

❛ I see you’ve decided to double down on your nihilism this morning.

❛ I’m trying to be rich with honesty. ❜

❛ Hot tip: next time you burn your ex’s hair off, make sure she can’t rock a lob. ❜

❛ Consider this a life lesson; people disappoint. ❜

❛ As fun as this hurricane of toxic masculinity is, I have to get to class. ❜

❛ I’m sorry. Is the fact that I’m not openly hostile to you make it seem like we’re back to being friends? ❜

❛ So do you want to play good cop or bad cap? Because I don’t think emo cop is a thing. ❜

❛ You know, you’re not going to lose the election over an outfit. ❜

❛ What did I ever do to make you hate me so much? ❜

❛ It’s not about you. Shocking, I know. ❜

❛ You’ve left her with no room for herself. ❜

❛ She doesn’t have time for a relationship because you are a black hole of time and energy of love just sucking it all up, never giving any of it back. ❜

❛ She won’t ever burn your world down, so I will do it for her. ❜

❛ If you could just put down the crossbow, my freak out level is about eleven right now. ❜

❛ You’re messing with me. ❜

❛ So what, you’re just going to stay in your room alone while everybody else is out having fun? ❜

❛ When are you going to take care of you? ❜

❛ This world needs the selfless and the selfish to keep spinning. ❜

❛ You seem morally inclined enough to do something stupid. ❜

❛ Bad liars look away when they lie to their kids. Good liars look them straight in the eye.❜

❛ I hate that you always see me when I’m weak. ❜

❛ You’re not weak. You’re a survivor. And that makes you one of the strongest people I know. ❜

❛ You gotta stop beating yourself up about this. ❜

❛ You’ve never had free booze before. ❜

❛ Please keep these two from trying to kill or die for each other. ❜

❛ You do not get to be the martyr. That was my job. ❜

❛ So you think you’re a superhero or something? ❜

❛ They say revolution is messy, and I’m okay with that. ❜

#another goddamn report? (prompts.)

Felix Owens

Birthdate: February 28, 1987

Sign: Pisces

Race: Caucasian, Irish immigrant

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 175lbs

Hobbies: Bartending (owns his own pub), archery, drawing, and carpentry.

Dislikes: Frogs, bugs, rats (any small, undomesticated critter, really)

Best friend: Jake Devlin

Single/Married: Single

Kids: None

Brief bio:

Felix Owens grew up in Dublin, Ireland for most of his childhood up until he turned 16, shortly after his parents kicked him out for alcohol and drug abuse. He lived in a local homeless shelter for two years while he battled with his addictions, taking up odd jobs to fill his time (and pockets). He did many handyman jobs, however gravitated more towards carpentry work.

An old, finished carpenter (unnamed) took Felix under his wing for a couple years, teaching him everything he knew. Plans were that Felix was to take over his business whenever he passed, however when time rolled on and the carpenter bit the bullet, the old man’s (neglectful) grandchildren threatened to take him to court over who rightfully had ownership of the business. The old man didn’t have a will, and Felix didn’t have the money to fight them legally, so he simply handed over the business. It devastated him, enough so that with what little money he had, Fee made plans to take care of everything he needed for emigration and booked a one-way trip to the United States.

When he arrived in the states, Felix yet again had no money other than what little was in his pockets to survive. Thus, once he gained citizenship, Felix enlisted in the Marines. He was trained as a sniper and served for 8 years.

He was 26 by this time and had saved up more than enough cash to rent a commercial site to open up his own business, a pub he named The Rusty Spoon. He considered opening up a carpentry business to honor the old man that helped him; however, Felix had not been able to complete his training to be a finished carpenter.

It’s here at his new pub that Felix had met Jake Devlin, who quickly became his best (and only) friend. To know the complete extent of Felix’s story, please read Jake Devlin’s biography.

#who the fuck are you? (ooc.)#[bio. : felix owens]#oi; pour me anotha' (felix.)

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❛ Well, if you say so love. I'm not the smartest guy in the world but I'm here for 'ya if you need help. ❜ Jake wasn't convinced. Something was off about her. They'd known each other for years and Natalia only acted like this when she was covering something up.

But he wasn't going to pry. It was obviously something Natalia just wasn't quite ready to talk about. Feeling her warm body nestle further into him was always exhilarating, but this time he could tell she was seeking comfort more than anything.

Jake sat and pondered for a moment before turning on the ignition. Snapping himself out of it, he removed his arm from around Nat's shoulders and placed one hand on the steering wheel and one on the shifter.

❛ Hey, you know I love you, right? More than anything in this entirely messed up world? ❜

#typewritxr #v. falsified heros (teens!)

Jake Christopher Devlin

Birthdate: October 30, 1986

Sign: Scorpio

Race: Caucasian, Irish decent

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 200lb.

Hobbies: Collecting vinyls (45’s specifically), mechanics and welding (self-taught), and when alone, writing. Not big on carpentry but is interested in learning.

Dislikes: Watching TV, neighbors (prefers living outside of the city), cutting his hair, grocery shopping.

Best friend: Felix Owens

Single/Married: Married to Natalia Wilson (typewritxr)

Kids: 2 (Victoria and Alexander Devlin)

Bio:

Jake is a mercenary with 19 years of experience. He started when he was 14 under the supervision of his grandfather. He was trained with his adopted brother, Damon.

Their cousin, William “Angel”, a lawyer, rented out an apartment under his name for Jake and Damon to live in shortly after Jake’s grandfather passed away a year after he started training.

When he turned 17, he began to see his to-be wife, Natalia Wilson. They had a daughter within the same year they started dating and married three years later. Jake moved out with the money he inherited from his grandfather ($1.8million) when he turned 18 and was of age to start receiving monthly payments from the inheritance. He bought he and Natalia a house out in the country located on a 20-acre plot to raise their baby girl, Victoria. Within the same year they married, Jake and Natalia welcomed their second child, baby boy Alexander, into their lives.

During this time, Jake continued his grandfather’s “business” with Damon, which focused on the assassination of criminal heads, such as mafia, drug cartels, and poachers. The two were hired out by local government, which helped to keep their business under wrap along with witness protection if needed.

A few years years after Jake moved out, Damon became jealous of his successes and inheritance. Because of his envy, he made plans to have him killed, which Angel found out about after witnessing the kidnapping of Jake’s best friend and ex-marine sniper, Felix Owens.

Angel was able to warn Jake before Damon had him killed for tampering with his plans. However, Jake still fell into Damon’s plot, but was able to survive his assassination attempt by faking his death after Felix shot him just below his heart. He survived but had to stay in hiding and continue being “dead” until he was able to kill Damon so that he nor his family got in harm’s way. After ten years, Jake was able to fulfill his plans to murder Damon.

By this time, Jake was 43 years old. He went home to Natalia and Felix, whom he had requested to take care of his family until his return. His children were grown up, he was home with his wife, and finally had the ability to retire from the family business. He gave his only son the choice to continue the business or pursue whatever it was Alex wanted to do in life, which had yet to be determined.

#who the fuck are you? (ooc.)#[bio. : jake devlin]#guns blazin' (jake.)

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It was hard to think about his little girl growing up. He could remember when he was basically a kid himself holding her in his arms for the first time; from the moment Jake laid eyes on her she had him wrapped around her finger. And he knew it. Hell, everyone did. Fee made fun of him all the time for being an over-protective dad.

Maybe he should settle down. Actually have a chance to experience his kids' grow up. He'd probably talk to Nat about it later. Damon wouldn't be too happy, but Jake really didn't care.

❛ Sixteen…God, Nat. Remember when we were her age? Doing normal kid things. Staying up on the phone all night, even before we were even together! Oh, oh! Remember when I picked you up on your way home once after you stole an old vinyl for me? I had no idea you had stolen it, haha! That’s my girl. ❜

Jake continued to ponder, thinking about how thier kids were probably doing close to the same shit they were doing when they were sixteen/seventeen years old. ❛ As long as my baby girl doesn’t come home pregnant…I suppose I’ll allow it. I gotta meet the kid first though. That’s a given. ❜

#typewritxr #v. falsified heros #guns blazin' (jake.)

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Felix's sky-blue eyes went wide at the realization that Natalia probably didn't remember the night they shared. She was drunk. Not in the right mind. Hell, she kept mixing up his and Jake's name the whole night. Feeling her push off him after holding his hand for a short blissful moment was earth-shattering. It broke his heart.

Wait. Natalia had thought he was Jake that night. She didn't even know it was him. Shit. How could he forget that? Had he been too busy relishing in her affection? God, he was so sick of being confused all the time. She didn't understand? Hell, he didn't either!

Before getting to caught up in his own thoughts, Felix tried to form a coherent sentence in his head before speaking,

❛ Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t, Natalia. After all this time we’ve spent together, after all this time I’ve spent taking care of you after Jake died. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t love you. ❜

#typewritxr #oi; pour me anotha' (felix.)#v. falsified heros #( I have a feeling that this is gonna backfire on him )

typewritxr

➤ jvstiified (JAKE)

“You’ve got to be joking.” Natalia stared at the stick on her counter in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening.

She heard the familiar car horn honk outside, signaling that her boyfriend had arrived to pick her up. The girl hastily grabbed the stick, throwing it into her purse. Nat quickly cleaned up the various cosmetics out on her counter

Her loud boots clacked as she jogged down the stairs to his car. A hand running through her hair, should she tell him now? Doing her best to muster a smile, she sat in the passenger seat of the car and turned to Jake, “Hey babe, how are you doing?”

jvstiified

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It'd been a wonderful past three months ever since Jake had finally mustered up the courage to ask out Nat. He had a smile that was seemingly permanent on his face, especially after their third date a couple weeks ago. Just thinking about it got him hot under the collar.

Tonight they had plans to go see Final Destination 2 in theatres and then head off to a late dinner at a fast food joint. He had pulled up to her house a little early, so Jake gave her a few minutes to finish getting ready before honking. He got out and opened the passenger side door to his truck and made sure the step was stable enough for her to jump in.

❛ Heya’ baby, I’m doin’ great now that you’re here, ❜ he mused, immediately noticing her off-put behavior. Once they were both seated, Jake let his Chevy idle as he wrapped an arm around Nat and used the other to bring her chin up to look at him. ❛ Now before we go anywhere, I wanna make sure your comfy. What’s botherin’ ya’ sweetcheeks? ❜

#typewritxr #v. falsified heros (teens!)#guns blazin' (jake.)

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(MOSTLY) ANGSTY DRABBLE PROMPTS | QUOTES FROM PINTEREST .

“ i don’t want us to be strangers again . ” “ i am a horrible person and i don’t know how to change , not even for you . ” “ if i hurt you , it’s not my fault . i warned you . ” “ i want to forget everything about you , so i can get to know you all over again . ” “ it was nice to hear your voice again . ” “ please don’t forget me and all the things we did . ” “ maybe someday we will be two people meeting again for the first time . ” “ nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you . ” “ i am so tired of their stories . let’s write our own . ” “ sorry i’m so hard to deal with sometimes . ” “ i like it when you smile . ” “ i hope you understand how much our little talks mean to me . ” “ you’re beginning to feel less like a friend and more like home . ” “ how can i tell you the truth when i don’t know which version you want to hear ? ” “ if i don’t leave now , i will never get away . ” “ i broke my own heart before you could do it for me . ” “ in loving me, you hold a knife at my throat. in loving you, i tell you exactly where to cut. ” “ i’d never lie to you . ” “ it’s not an easy thing to admit when you’re wrong , and that’s why i won’t do it . ” “ please don’t leave me alone again . ” “ the horror you have seen is not who you are . ” “ why do good intentions always turn out bad ? ”

#another goddamn report? (prompts.)

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