we moved jules over here
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we moved jules over here
aight imma archive this account so julie can have a main, it’s still stabwoundstudies
hey could y’all fill this out for me https://linkto.run/p/CUQTI84X
when you change, you change for the better when i change, i change for the WORSE
[ @franks-dirty-blade || Wishing on Stars || Closed RP ]
“Right here, baby.” Pulling back from from all the affection, she grabbed the bottom ends of her shirt, only to remove the article of clothing entirely. Even though she wasn’t fully undressed, the fact that she could feel his eyes on her, that he could see her burn scars and piercings, and the tattoo just above her hip...it made her feel shy. Frank looked at her like she was the first girl he had ever would have slept with...was she?
Breath stuttering, she leaned forward, kissing his cheeks and then at his lips, trying to relax at his side. She didn’t have to be afraid, she loved him, right? And he loved her...or at least they would tell each other that. This would have to be the deciding moment. Should she stay or should she go?
“Um, I wanted us to be a little closer tonight,” she admit, shuffling a bit to take his hand in hers, then place it against her bare skin. Cold, but not painfully so... It was like the kiss of a sweet popsicle in summer. “I didn’t want to give you some stupid present that you’d just forget about. I wanted us to be...one. So my gift to you is...me.”
[ @franks-dirty-blade || Wishing on Stars || Closed RP ]
Shyly making herself comfortable in the back seat, sitting on her legs and stripping herself of her jacket, Julie felt herself growing more nervous than she had felt before. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself after all the teasing she had done to him, or even grow too scared to tell him. But she had already crawled into the back of the car, and was in the process of making herself comfortable. It was all or nothing.
“Baby,” she mumbled, patting the space beside her in the back. Strands of hair were tucked behind her ear as she played with it, attempting to calm herself down with even the most simple of methods “Could you come back here with me?”
Kicking off her shoes and trying to avoid eye contact, the girl took deep breaths and leaned back against the car that didn’t belong to her. If this moment could be perfect, if she could have just this with him, maybe things really could be different for her. Maybe she really would have a purpose, one that this small town couldn’t provide for her. But of course, she had to be sure. And to be sure, she needed to be with him.
“I wanna give you your birthday present.”
[ @franks-dirty-blade || wishing on stars || closed starter ]
Julie never thought she was good enough to fall in love. In fact, for her whole life, she thought that death would’ve been a better escape than being alone for years on end. And even when she met him, even when the frail girl found Frank Morrison up on the school rooftop, she never knew how much he’d change her life. In fact, she was terrified of him leaving her for someone, anyone better than her.
Maybe that was why she asked to spend his birthday night with him. Whereas everyone else had given him physical gifts or mementos that wouldn’t last, she wanted to do something better. So while the others found themselves falling asleep in the cool Canadian night, the two lovers sat cuddled close to one another, admiring the stars above them. Each one a beautiful flame millions of miles away from their home on Earth.
But time was running out. The clock would strike midnight if she didn’t act fast, as hours felt like seconds to her, whizzing past her head. Shaking just a bit due to nervousness, she cuddled closer to him, attempting to play it off like the wind was just getting to her. It was now or never.
“Smiles,” she called, bringing her eyes down from the blessed night sky above them to the man she sat beside. She reached over to take his hand, rubbing her thumb along his pale skin. “I’m getting a little cold... Can we go back inside the car?”
despite being sick i’ve had a productive morning. apparently jake and i are married now.
and that’s my LAKE
stop there and peer inside of me, you’ll find a MAN once lost at sea. but all the while i would THINK to myself: ❛ it’s not the end, it’s not the end at all. ❜
kill the lights, set it off.
If you play Dead By Daylight, reblog this post with your main survivor and killer, and what system you play on.
Just want to meet some fellow players.
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[ @ssquareup || bruised and bloody || in response to ]
“Oh, is that what you want? Sorry, buddy, but your face was just so punch-able.” Only in trials would people see the sadistic side of Julie. She was fierce, a fire that wouldn’t go out until every last survivor was dead on the ground. And if that meant she had to drop her knife and maul them to death, she would. Such as now, where her knife was knocked to the floor, utterly filthy and covered with blood, before she had knocked a fast one into the survivor.
“Shut your trap or I’ll gut you and string your organs across Ormond.” Her voice was cold as she grabbed him by the collar, her mask smirking back at him playfully. “My trials? My rules. Whine about it all you like, it still doesn’t change the fact that you’re dead meat.”
just in case you wanna talk to her
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" thank you, for being my sister not by blood. but my sister by fate "
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[ @reaper-joey || flammable || closed rp ]
“I haven’t been lettin’ em go! I’m just saying maybe we should every now and then!” Julie knew better than anyone that the Entity didn’t like when killers decided to be humane and show mercy. She knew that so incredibly well, after days and days of murder, blood splattering across her faux leather jacket and ruining her once beautiful scent of gingerbread cookies. After so many trials being called “Merciless,” until even her mask was drenched in blood, the Legioness knew that it wasn’t good to let survivors go. They all had to die.
“What’re we supposed to do then, Joey? Just sit here and rot? Cause that’s all we do when we ain’t killin’ anybody! It’s a load-a-crap!” Slowly, the girl began to get angrier, seeing as her old Bostonian accent began slipping into her words. If she grew any more spiteful, it’d be impossible for anyone to understand her. Everyone in the Legion knew this. And only then would she boil over into another Frenzy, ending up on the floor spitting blood and swearing to burn this whole place down.
“We are Legion! We don’t follow rules, we break them and make them our own! That’s what we were built on, wasn’t it?! Were we not troublemakers and delinquents once upon a time?! Or were you always a murderer?!”
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