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oops i disappeared from this fandom a while ago and i remembered your blog today and just want to let you know that you're really cool and i still look up to you as a great rper.

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Gosh I come back here after so long and anon honey I appreciate your words, thank you so much. I don’t know when you sent this, but it is greatly appreciated. It touches my heart <3

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Long time no feckin’ see.

A word from the Mun:

God, where do I begin.

I apologise for the unannounced hiatus - I really need to take a break from Josef. My umpteenth attempt to make this blog like it was before all this sexual nightmare happened has somewhat failed (I mean the guy’s in jail now and slowly plotting his demise).

I dunno if I will, though, continue. I might. I dunno. Maybe I will. Carn’t say for sure. I STILL DON’T KNOW GAH

I might just start afresh - Josef getting a makeover (buh-bye to beard and ponytail), laying low, keeping smut to a minimum and onto more gore. Might have him escape prison, who knows.

I just don’t know.

I’m only popping by to say I’m still on break from this blog and what’s going on.

In the meantime - I have a mutant OC if anyone from here is willing to rp with him.

@chester-the-mutant is the blog!

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Noooo. No killing Josef. WHy not just take a break from him?

//I ... guess I could.

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Things are slow

just trying to get into character with Josef is becoming a struggle bus for me. Right now it’s setting up the trial.

I think I might kill him off, dunno. Was thinking about him escaping and starting anew but again, dunno.

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“Zhey’re starting zhe trial tomorrow ... to be quite honest I’m afraid.”

“It will be fine.” She wanted to say he’ll be fine after they execute him, but didn’t want people to overhear.

“It von’t.” He sounded doomed, a shadow was over his face which made Traudl uneasy. “Zhey took it out. Zhe chip. I fear zhey’ll give me zhe death penalty.”

“Oh, Josef, don’t be like that. Fate will hopefully be kind to you. That’s the worse thing they’ll give you, probably. The least worse thing they can do is give you life.”

“Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein.” Josef’s hand shook while he held the phone in one hand, the other he placed on the glass window separating them.

Traudl sighed through her nose, seeing her husband with a genuine stare of fear in his eyes made her look away for a brief moment before she placed her hand up to his. “I love you, Josef. No matter what happens, we’ll see each other in the end.”

He sniffled. “Yeah ... sure.”

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summer: *ends*

me: this is halloween THIs is halloween haLLOWEEN HALLOWEEN hallooween haLLOweeenn

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//Josef is now in a holding cell - care to visit?

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“Police! Open up!”

“Scheisse ...”

“Josef Friedrich, you are under arrest for the m-”

A large beast hurled itself at the door, busting it open and ran through the small squad of officers; Nichols was in total disbelief at first to what he saw - the damn bastard was a ... werewolf?

“Follow it!” he shouted at those who weren’t knocked unconscious.

Burn it, burn everything, they musn’t see ... Josef was in a panic to get to the abandoned base, he shifted as he reached the door; he raced down the hall to a spare changing room to get into clothes - a t-shirt, billowy sweatpants; the Brutal cursed under his breath, he could hear them getting closer.

He made his way to wear his victims were being kept - he opened the door to examine the large handful of people; nodding to himself he ran to the lab - fetching a chainsaw. Josef ran back to the holding chamber, without hesitation he hacked away at the bodies - such a waste, he was looking forward to slaughtering and consuming them.

A sharp pain hit his shoulder; Josef hissed as he looked round to see a detective with about eight officers with guns drawn.

“Drop the chainsaw, Friedrich!” Nichols shouted over the noise. Seeing that their guy was not dropping it, Nichols gave another shot to Josef’s shoulder; then to a wrist - the object was dropped to the ground, Josef growling and hissing in pain. “On the ground, Friedrich.” The Brutal dropped to his knees - Nichols shined a light to get a good look at Josef’s eyes; a darker baby blue eye stared as a blind, milky white shined in the light.

“I see you’re a busy boy, Josef,” Nichols smirked, “Josef Friedrich you are under arrest for the murders of countless and innocent lives, for your crimes done in Germany during the war ... and for cannibalism.”

The Brutal glared up at the detective as his hands were cuffed behind him; he was lifted up off his feet, shuffled out of the room and out of the base. Four adult sized horse werewolves saw their father being taken away, their muzzles curling into snarls as they growled.

“No,” Josef commanded them. “Stop. I’ll be fine.” The four stopped, ears laying back. Traudl and the twins watched from a distance as Josef was taken into the back of a van and driven off.

“Oh my god,” she whispered.

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moody-nature:

Twin Lakes, WA | By tavorocha

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I'd Marry You

// ..................... uhh ....................... okay :3c

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“Mrs. Friedrich?”

Traudl looked up from her paperwork to see a man wearing a dark green windbreaker over a baby blue shirt. He looked to be in his thirties, clean shaven with a precise hair cut.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

“May we speak in private?”

She studied him more, something about him screamed detective. “What about?”

He sighed, rolling his eyes and looking to the side before he placed a hand on her arm and lead her to an empty room. Traudl made no protest as he escorted her to an unoccupied area, she stayed as he shut the door.

“We have evidence to believe that your husband has been linked with several murders over the last ten years.” He crossed his arms, shrugging. “Care to explain?”

She straightened her back, taking a deep breath. “I’m not sure, I don’t think my husband is capable of doing such a thing. He’s a house call doctor, has been for quite some time. I don’t see how his practice would be linked to this.”

The man sighed. “Mrs. Friedrich, we have several eye witness accounts dating back to the 1960s up to today of him going into people’s homes or talking to them out in public and taking them off somewhere. We know his appearance has changed, and we know that he was a doctor during the second world war. Now, please, Mrs. Friedrich, for you own safety and for your children’s safety -”

“How did you know we have kids?” Her calm demeanor was still present, though a lurking homicidal aura was around her.

“That’s not important, Mrs. Fr-”

“Traudl, please.”

“Okay ... Traudl ... what is important is that your husband is the Jack the Ripper of the 21st century.” His arms uncrossed, a hand placed itself on his hip as his other hand pointed down to the floor before joining the other at his side. “Bring him in for us and we will provide you protection.”

Traudl sat the on the bed, giving a sigh. “Detective -”

“Nichols.”

“Detective Nichols, I am aware that my husband has a menacing look to him, but you have the wrong man,” she played at him. “I -” she briefly stopped herself before saying she was in the camps but recovered, “I had a grandmother who was in the camps, she died there but her husband, who survived, has always disliked Josef because of his resemblance to another doctor. I’m sure that doctor escaped Germany after the war just like he did, but my husband is not a murderer.” She played him with conviction in her words, in her eyes she hid her lies; Nichols was trying to see the lie in her statement, his eyes squinted as he examined and contemplated.

He finally nodded. “Okay. Okay. We’ll talk again, Mrs. Friedrich.” He exited the door, pulling out his cell and dialing. As he left the hospital, the other line picked up.

“I think we got him. She’s lying.”

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belllaaaxo-:

My brothers are funnier than I care to admit

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silsol:

MEDIC! BLU/RED/black/ginger/blond/beta

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Can you tag ALL of your nsfw?

//Yes I can!

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IF YOU'RE NOT CHICKEN... REBLOG THIS & SEE WHAT PEOPLE RATE YOU!!!

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aphltalia:

professional-shit-head:

1. Crazy 2. I’d marry you 3. I’d date you 4. Sarcastic 5. I miss you 6. I’d kiss you 7. Beautiful 8. Smart 9. Imaginative 10. Random 11. Jerk 12. Funny 13. Awesome 14. Amazing 15. Tough 16. Cute 17. I’d hit you with a bus 18. I love you 19. Weird 20. Friends forever 21. Marry me 22. You’re mine 23. I never want to lose you

No one calls me a chicken

I’ll be seeing a lot of 17’s in my inbox

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So

It’s happening again -  it feels like I’m only using this blog for smut. That’s not entirely true.

Yes, Josef is very open, but I’m losing touch with him because I’m not writing angst/gore/torture RPs. And I sort of see the sexual nature of him rubbing off onto a few others - I could be entirely wrong and I probably am but if I am tell me.

The intent of this blog was to have this very menacing man be a big douchecanoe, now it’s mostly SEX SEX MCBANGBANG with some gore on the side.

I am very sorry to everyone if my blog is coming off that way I will cut back on the smut and go back to regular programming.

There was a time where I did want to kill off Josef - and maybe the rest - but I might save that for a different day.