⚜ ⁞ ❝ with my finger on the trigger ...

ind. lit. younger! slightly au! alpha tl! jade run by riley.

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♪ i’m NUTS baby I’M MAD the CRAZIEST friend you’ve ever had you think i’m PSYCHO --  you think i’m GONE -- tell the psychiatrist something is WRONG  over the bed, entirely BONKERS  you like me best when i’m OFF MY ROCKER  tell you a secret - i’m not alarmed so what if i’m crazy? - the BEST people are! ♫

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ignore everything under the cut, im just mumbling to myself abt a possible oc

name: Alex Lionel Moore  alias(es): alex, lion, moore, guns ‘n’ glory age: 17 mental state: horrible         why?: multiple tragic and mentally scarring events took place in his life, mostly due to his own stupidity, and he’s not been the same. history:         Alex was always a odd child out. having an increasingly popular and successful older sister and parents that worked for nasa, he was given little to no room for error, even being pushed to limits he, himself, didn’t want to press so severely, out of fear that he would crumble and shatter under the weight of it all. of course, this led him to taking up something he found an interest in - something to calm him down from school, from work, from anything stressful --and that just so happened to be the supernatural and the possibility of the afterlife - something he discovered he liked around the age of nine, after seeing a ghost with his own eyes for the first time. he slowly became more of a recluse at that point, social health declining from ‘the popular sports jock’ to ‘that weird ghost kid’ to - even worse - ‘the crazy-ass ghost obsessed boy’. his grades hardly suffered in the beginning, and he was relatively the same, save for the lack of speaking as often or as much as he once had. it was about the age of 16 that he had found himself watching the TV one dreadfully quiet afternoon, the news showing some odd clips about a group of teenagers that had suffered greatly at the hands of something supernatural - something wicked - cruel - ruthless - TERRIFYING. and he wanted to know more. and so? he watched. and re-watched. over and over again, taking notes and memorizing it word for word, especially one word. that very specific word he’d known for almost the entirety of his childhood. “wendigo”.         After the events that happened to the kids on the washington property, alex had become overwhelmingly intrigued with the scenarios that each one had presented. it had been a bad few weeks in his youtube business as a one-man show in myth-busting and theorizing anything from demonic entities to sightings of angels, and his parents were getting on him about school and work, so he had told them he’d prove something big - be someone big, and he left. to where? i’m sure you know by now. the washington property. sneaking in with multiple layers on and multiple ways to capture footage, he made the mistake of roaming the property alone. at night.         His first encounter with a Wendigo left him curious, ecstatic - left him wanting more, more, more. like a delusional child, he kept attracting their attention and capturing footage of them even getting as close to them as with his face practically against another one of its. it gave him quite the thrill. the thrill of choosing neither flight nor fight - of smiling in the face of terminal threats. being the odd child out, he kept seeking - searching - wanting more and more of these entities - the Wendigos. he made the wrong choice one night, thinking that he was safe in moving, and he was attacked, seeing those claws and fangs and horrible screeches bared his way, causing him to regret ever coming to this place. he barely made it out alive, covered in scratches, open wounds, and imaging things out of the corners of his eyes. the event forever changed him. he would constantly find the thrill, find the danger, find the beasts, let them find him, and then barely escape with his life, thinking that it was just a game - even comparing it to life itself. just another petty, cruel, nasty little game of life and death and something not quite either. he became so obsessed with the creatures that his videos slowly began to consume him. his journals became his life. his thoughts became his only friend - his only viewer.          He hasn’t succumbed to the proclaimed curse on this mountain - of turning to cannibalism and twisting, shaping, transforming into one of them - one of the Wendigos - but he’s come very close several times. he constantly hears voices - of his mother, of his father, of his sister, of the wendigos, of people he doesn’t even know, but he talks to them regardless, finding them the only source of company in this desolate wasteland. he’s so far gone that any visitors on the mountain that have seen him, or his work, have not so subtly referred to him as the ‘wendigo messenger’, or - even better - ‘the hybrid’. ( not that they’re wrong on the latter. ever since he was bitten, he’s never quite been the same. trust me -- he knows. ) romanticism: if you can get him to snap out of it and not try to kill you then by all means you’re welcome to try. sexuality: ace, if he were in his right mind. occupation: previously a rising youtube theorist star; now wendigo-obsessed journalist/documenter/etc. extra info: once strove to be an astrophysicist, like his mother and father, before he became so obsessed with the supernatural/wendigos. his theme song would be control by halsey or mad hatter by melanie martinez. he has a feminine stature, and he uses it against some of the guys that wander up and down the mountain. he’s fucking crazy, Do Not Approach.

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me: doesn’t like horror games (i.e.: fnaf/until dawn) me:  me:  me:  me: 

me: proceeds to have an urge to make an oc blog.....even tho the first one turned out so terribly

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how do you know of baddragon ????? have you used it ;)

i dont know what i was expecting when i posted that but i think it was close to this

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tfw u can tell someone replied on the wrong blog

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oh my god what

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i see a mikey mike!!!

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me: “i dont like horror movies, games, myths or anything related to the genre!!!!” also me: follows several horror themed blogs

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“miss english are you even paying attention?”

haha oops

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feel like shit, look like it too

((dont tag as kin or me thanks))

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lovecraftings  cakesandpranks roesias ghostytherapist grcndpa caligoascendant sukeiban ahaeasai

hi there and welcome to my blog!

my names jade english and im currently greeting all of you while these hyperactive whiny babies freak out over this thing that i did even though im pretty sure i know my mother well enough that she wouldnt risk anything too dreadful like what theyre thinking but ANYWAY

whats up?

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==> Jade: Snap a little bit.

Snap?? What is that supposed to mean? 

You’re not quite sure, so you ignore the     voice in the back of your head saying this and     raise the shotgun to easily shoot the offender in     the chest. You can see the blood on your hands     and sigh, smearing it against your clothes as     you bend at one knee, taking out your phone to     take a picture of the evidence to the so-called-     reporter being in the same league as your     estranged, elderly “mother”. That ever familiar     embellishment of that Pisces symbol burns into     your mind, forcing an unwanted energy - and     unwanted power to rise into your fingertips. Your     fingers twitch ever the slightest and a nearby car     goes into alarm mode, as if someone had tampered     with it, before seeming to disappear completely,     with a red and blue flash. With a harsh intake of air,     you stand up and shove the phone into your back     pocket of your jeans, shutting your eyes and placing     your index and thumb fingers against the bridge of     your nose, forcing yourself to calm down.

You give a growl under your breath and look     down at the body, staring for quite some time. After     about ten minutes - though you’ve never really been     good with the concept of time and its passing - an     idea pops into your mind and the sneer on your lips     turns into a sickening grin.

A groan left hot pink painted lips and the     empress snarled. “Reelly Jade?” She lets out a loud     sigh - not quite a groan but approaching it - before     flicking her wrist back and making the body disappear.     The blood flickers but stays, which intrigues her     severely. Her eyes narrow, looking around, and then     floating up to the words smeared in blood there. When     her hand reaches out, she jerks back, tendrils of red     and blue curling around her cold, amphibian fingertips.     She laughs - loud, clear, and almost jovial. “Oh, poor,     little, wannabe daughter. You’ve grown stronger with     your powers. But you, baby gull, have not.” The smile     becomes a snarl and she lowers herself to the ground,     blinking twice and then flicking her wrist, only to walk     away from a street where dead became a synonym     with silent, and the only evidence to find of her or Jade     being there was the body. 

Time to find a certain lady scientist.

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i love kingsly and their mun im so glad//

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well then i guess i should stock up on some high quality blankets crooked ties and hot cocoa for the mothering huh hell yeah ive been ready for this for a long time

but i am gonna agree with you there twos a bit young for ripe and rightous firearms you gotta wait until at least ten also were not gonna go down that twisty and incomprehensible road of attempting to explain what a bro alternate is  the short version is yes theyre dangerous

the highest quality blankets are necessary for this type of mothering!!! :P

yeah at least ten! at that point they have the relative capability to take care of themselves yeah?? but uh now youve got me curious! whos this bro person and why does he have alternates?? and why is he so dangerous around children why i oughta...

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D:

p much how it went for me too rebellion, rebellion, blah blah blah thought we won, bam, got killed

i dunno i think thats more being haughty than her being a bitch not invalidating your work or anything im just saying

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i should catch some sleep for meetings in the morning

goodnight!!

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“Dude it’s crazy, seriously its like a high school reality teevee show man.” He laughed taking another shot with a smirk. “Its hilarious.”

A smirk pulls her lips up and she laughs     along with him. Alcohol was never something     she liked, but she can deal with it. “I’ve never     really seen a reality tee-vee show firsthand     but I’ll take your word for it.” Pause. “I’m Jade,     by the way.”