#humilictedman

[papalrot]

ˊ    👻       @humilictedman​

❛❛     ᵈᶤᵈ  ʸᵒᵘ  ᵉᶰʲᵒʸ  ᵗʰᵉ  ˢʰᵒʷ˒    𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎 ?    ❜❜       copia  had  a  strict  policy  on  men  of  a  certain  cloth  &   this  one   ----    this  blue  haired  zealot  was  of  particular  favor  with  the  demon  pope.    he  claps  him  on  the  shoulder,   weary  of  touching  his  greasy  head  with  his  gloves.        

❛❛     good,   goooooood   -  accompany  me  to  the  tour  bus,    i  ‘ave  gift  for  you.    ❜❜

[jasperwatchinga]

[...] 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃. were he not able to physically feel the kai standing behind him now, jasper is almost certain he would still know the weight of the other's critical eye as he inspects the glass of liquid he's been instructed to drink. there is a part of jasper that is apprehensive, a part that wonders if this is another test to see if he still asks too many questions, and a tiny, tiny sliver of him that is frightened it could be something worse. but kai is his friend, right ? he trusts the other, more so after being included in the inner circle than ever before, and as such, he does as he was told. the dark liquid is warm and stills on his tongue before he swallows, grimacing at the familiar and off putting taste but finishing the glass before throwing a questioning glance at kai as it swims in his stomach. " there, i did it. so, was that light beer ? or poison ? " mostly in jest. mostly.

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[apocstasy-arch]

one fist is full of his hair, the other slipped around to clamp over his mouth.  “Shh, sh, sh.”  val ripped him away from the staircase where his friend had fled.  “You don’t want to go down there, trust me.”  around the banister was a darkened corridor, and dennis’ voice could still be heard but only just so. it was getting fainter and fainter by the moment, the one-man conversation having rambled off into something much less threatening. she threw him up against the splintering wall, that hand still pressed hard against his mouth, though the other found leverage against his chest.  “Don’t scream, okay?”

she gave him a moment to process her request before peeling her hand back. unlike all the other variants, who were so out of their minds from the experiments and the riot, val looked almost amused. the ghost of a smile on her face as there was a slight pant in her breath. she had almost not caught up to them, with trying to avoid dennis and not alert any other inmates that might be skulking about.  “... Well?”  she prompted.  “You’re welcome. I just saved your life- and your balls.”

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[jasperwatchinga]

[...] 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. he can't quite tell if kai truly hadn't heard him clearly or if his friend simply wishes to hear him repeat himself sheerly for the enjoyment of it sounding a bit like begging, but jasper indulges it all the same, shoulders back and trying not to project the airs of such a childlike figure when he makes his case again. " i said i wanna go with you. on one of those missions that you're always talking about, i want to actually go this time. "

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[apocstasy-arch]

@humilictedman​ asked:  ❝  just hold my hand, you’ll see.  ❞

the outstretched hand wasn’t taken, val’s arms remained strictly around her own self, but the other did bring a bit of a smile to her lips. it made her laugh, just barely, in a girlish and somewhat bashful manner.  “Mingling with Publicans is strictly forbidden,”  she commented. although such a rule didn’t seem too much of a real concern for val. she didn’t tell anyone the first time they had met, and she kept going to the same spot in hopes that he might appear again.  “I think I told you that already.”

a bit off from the settlement, but not out of the forest, there was a stream that she would collect water from for laundry. the stranger seemed to just show up one day. she was curious about him, about where he came from, about why he kept coming back.  “I really shouldn’t,”  she stated, more towards herself than kai. because there was nothing she wanted more than to take his hand and follow him further astray. see what he wanted her to see.  “Someone is going to notice I’m gone. They’re going to get worried, they’ll come looking for me.”

[jasperwatchinga]

[...] LUCY ESTHER DALTON, 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. DECEASED.

it is from jasper’s mother that he received his black hair, massive blue eyes, and most plausibly the 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. only nineteen years old when jasper and his brother were born, lucy was rarely in any condition to actually serve as a caretaker for her children. as far back as he can remember, his mother suffered "spells", days and weeks where she would scarcely move, barely blink, when she was unable to respond to touch or sounds. still, she was left as the boys' primary parent while his father worked (and drank) in the bar, and still, jasper preferred her vastly over his physically abusive father. when she was well, lucy was a loving and childlike parent, and the stretches of time when she was home rather than in the care of the state psychiatric hospital remain some of the best memories of jasper's life even today. unfortunately, those memories have a strict cap at age eight, when lucy's care became unmanageable at home and she was placed into an assisted living facility on recommendation of the state. he would continue visiting his mother as often as possible as a teenager and young adult after the death of his father at seventeen, though she was frequently unresponsive during these visits. jasper's sense of responsibility for his infirm mother became a 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 between he and his brother and contributed greatly to why the two no longer speak. this became a moot point but a grudge nonetheless when eventually, lucy would contract a secondary infection while fighting the flu and succumb to her illness during the winter of jasper's twenty second year.

thank you @humilictedman, i needed this !

[archheretiical]

“Stop. Stop, go play. Maybe you can talk to him later.”  val gently shooed away a growing group of children that were intensely curious about their visitor. they obeyed her wishes, although as loosely as they could, only stepping back enough to allow the two of them through. all their eyes still wide with curiosity at the man- he dressed strangely and had a number of devices never seen before. val smiled bashfully at kai, reaching out to gently rest her hand against his arm.  “I’m sorry. They’re just excited, we don’t get guests, you know. They’ve never met an outsider. I tried to prepare them but... kids are kids.”

and it wasn’t just the kids. adults seemed to be curious too, if not nervous. although their stares weren’t nearly as obvious. it was out of the corners of their eyes as they continued daily chores. men working out in crop fields, women pinning wet clothes up to laundry lines.  “Right here.”  val gestured to one of the hand-built wooden houses that filled the village.  “This one’s mine, you’ll be staying with me. I made a room up for you and everything.”  up the stairs, val opened the door for him.  “I thought we’d get you settled, then I can give you a bit of a tour. Maybe we can go up to the Temple, if Papa Knoth is feeling well enough.”

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[thirdemeritus]

@humilictedman​  confessed  :   ❛ you say beetlejuice three times. and i’ll say candyman five times. then we get them to fight. ❜

“You  think  so?”  Aurelio  smirks  at  his  own  reflection,  hard  at  work  completing  his  masterpiece.  Rich  rosewood  lipstick  plagues  the  mirror,  obscuring  the  image  of  the  two.  When  the  third  is  finished  drawing  his  less  haunting  and  unintentionally  jolly  smiley  face,  he  stands  back,  hands  on  hips.  

                            “Michael  Keaton...or  Alex  Brightman?”  He  asks  sarcastically,  eyes  rolling  to  meet  the  form  of  the  cult  leader.  “—and  where’s  BLOODY  MARY?  Or  is  she  refereeing?”