hiatus maybe. also, autoplay!!

❝ liken him to the devil if you must, think of him as some vengeful god, but he is not one or the other. there is no comparison you could think up that would do him justice, for he is without parallel.❞ j u l i a n l e o n m a y e s or, more accurately jude selective | private see "basics" tab for more information.

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lmfao unfollows everyone

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jude will let you tie him up and beat him as a means of foreplay but the minute you blindfold him shit is going to happen.

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what if your dual personalities had their own blogs and they talked to each other in posts and messages...

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[ lucky bastard who gets to live because juice ]

    WITH HIS OWN GRIMACE, WHICH SEEMED TO MIMIC     the other’s, he turns just slightly, opening the fridge to grab     a small juice pouch ( capri sun, strawberry kiwi ). “i’m sorry.     that was awful. do you want a pouch?” he asks, leaving the      fridge halfway open in anticipation of the other’s response.     he turns to see them holding up a whole internal organ, and      sort of cringes a little bit, a small grin tugging up the corners     of his lips at the other’s question. “that’s gross. i’m mostly      concerned about, like…” he pauses, not too sure where he      was going with that sentence. “is it squishy?” he asks,      taking a small step forward with narrowed eyes, just to      get a better look at the organ. “what is that? the, uh… liver?”      there it is. that’s the ap biology in him. 

   It was as if his whole person had lit up at the     the sight of the signature silver pouch. Much     like a child, he was always game for some     juice. Especially if it was Capri Sun. Happy     memories were associated with the brand’s      assorted flavors of liquid diabetes. 

    ❝ Hell yeah. Stick the straw in it for me?     I don’t want to get blood all over that shit. ❞ 

    Tossing the organ into the ice chest open     at his side, expectant eyes were turned up     a the other, lips sealing themselves until the     desired beverage was handed over. It was     then that he commented on the consistency     of a liver, the dead dude’s in particular. 

    ❝ When it’s healthy, yeah. Mr. Fuckwit here     has, ergh, had a healthy liver on him. Or... uh,     in him? On him sounds better but I guess it’s     not technically correct. Whatever. Was kind     of worried—thought maybe he liked his scotch     a little too much, but nah. His liver’s going to    sell easy. So are his kidneys. ❞ 

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[ geezer ]

     “——— I know it looks bad—”

   ❝ First I have to ask: did you deserve it?     That kind of bruising suggests you did. ❞

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[ unlucky bastard ]

        WITH IRON-CLAD DETERMINATION AND WILL TO SPARE,         he enters the apartment with confidence, wholly determined to         demand a raise from Mr. Cheggars. Babysitting demons for the         little pay he received  a b s o l u t e l y  did not cut it anymore.          Upon stumbling onto the sea of red that unfolded in the other’s          kitchen, Lucky narrows his eyes a little bit.

        Oh, what a nice surprise! He didn’t think he’d be seeing that         Chef Boyardee again. This time, on the floor of his employer.         Mixed with a little bit of digestive acid. A pretty picture, really.         He spits out what’s left, adding to the pile of vomit before sha-         king his head. His gaze rises to the not-as-dead one.

                ❝ He raised awful children. They were like,                  tiny demons with amazing stamina. I’m also                  fairly certain he didn’t tip, either. ❞

   No one could fault him for the crinkle of his nose,     or the overall look of disgust that had seized his     expression before it relaxed back into something     more... neutral, though there was the shadow of a     smile still looming about his jaw. Partially digested     ravioli aside, the newcomer was handling the sight     of an eviscerated human being pretty well. 

    ❝ That so? ❞ Tone absolutely conversational, he     gazed up at the other man--offered him a real smile     before unceremoniously reaching inside the 'dearly     departed's' split open torso to retrieve and inspect     his undamaged liver. ❝ Does that mean you're okay     with this? ❞ Why yes, he had just lifted the organ      up Simba-style, showing it off to his newest     acquaintance. 

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i've thought about it and lol i'm not going to bring my inFamous verse over here like I did my original' zerk one because I've never had any real traction in it and the fandom itself is small and full of idiots so!!! Going to have Far Cry 4 up on this blog instead. 

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can u handle 68 inchss

u betcha son. 

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My roleplay partners are more important than their muses.

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bold what applies to your muse: flaws edition !

feel free to add more.

easily scared | whiny | repetitive | selfish | arrogant | easily excitable (verse dependent) | too silly | stubborn | blank minded | confrontational | impulsive | overly cautious | loud | easily bored | untrustworthy | disloyal | manipulative | over sensitive | possessive (verse dependent) | clingy | obnoxious | gullible | annoying | judgmental | tactless | merciless | unlucky | soft-hearted | sarcastic | reckless | paranoid | unsophisticated (verse dependent) | pushy | self-critical (verse dependent) | smartass | infamy (verse dependent) | solemn | erratic |

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tosses my url at to see what kind of feedback a male oc would get lmfao.

OPINION ON …

CHARACTER IN GENERAL: I love Jude.  I’m sorry but I don’t give a fuck what anyone has to say, I love Jude.  I love a male character that doesn’t fucking rely on having his dick go into something.  I love the idea of a male character, just like females, NOT needing someone in his life because he’s been through hell and knows what it’s like.  I know that I idolize the female character, but males are also rather important in their own terms.  A male character doesn’t need to have a lover to have some kind of ‘tragic’ backstory, a male character does not need someone telling them how to be, how to be expected and while females are taken as sexual beings, a male character can be taken the same way and for that, I respect anyone who can write a character so broken and yet so appealing.  And for that, I love Jude and love the way he has come along and how he’s not someone to fuck around with.

HOW THEY WRITE THEIR CHARACTER:  Again, I cannot compose proper wording for this, but it’s always how the writer wishes for others to view their character.  As far as I am concerned, Jude is written on a whole other level.

THE WRITER: Bitch please.  If Beyonce was a person, you’d be Beyonce.  Blunt people make the world go ‘round and even if people don’t like that, if someone says something that rubs someone else the wrong way, then yeah, there’s always going to be someone there to have a remarking comment on the situation and I love that about you.  Not to mention the fact that you have this steady vice on your writing and Jude, it’s amazing.  Four for you, Glen Coco.

DO I …

WRITE WITH THEM: Kind of? WANT TO WRITE WITH THEM: Kind of obviously equals out to of fucking course I do because really, I need some Jude and G friendship.

WHAT IS MY …

OVERALL OPINION: ( Z SNAPS. )  I honestly feel like I already said what I wanted to say, but really, as a person, wonderful and brilliant and there is nothing better about knowing that Jude is back.  Honestly, I love that cockiness he has, as well as the writer behind him because really, they are amazing and they should know it.  There’s something about both writer and character that is amazing and for that, I applaud you for being a boss ass bitch.

NOTE: My answers are all to be completely honest. Don’t send in your url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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# i was tempted to write ‘real life nicki minaj’ in all the areas i could.

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♝

♗ —- JUDE FALLING ASLEEP ON G’S LAP IS FUCKING ADORABLE.

He passed out, drunk, sleepy, and a hot fucking mess.  Truth be told, she’s not entirely surprised.  The moment he came in, he had a bottle of WHISKEY between his fingers, a smirk overtaking his lips; hell, even his little drunken ‘I’m going to attempt to seduce you’ game was ADORABLE.  Yet, the alcohol appeared to take affect, leaving him to stumble onto the couch, his head resting on her lap, his left arm wrapped around her thigh, his face nuzzling into the fabric of her dress.  Long talons began to swipe through his locks when shaking her head, tired smile embracing plump lips; she, too, needed rest, but for the time being, she’d NOT yet move, aware that he was too comfortable against her being.  “ —— you are SUCH a messy, yet kinda cute, drunk … ”

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[ scotty ]

   ” i warned you not to return, “

   scott’s voice is gruff, almost pained. it was    clear he was torn about this, he didn’t want    to hurt julian, but he would if he had to, he    would do what was needed. ” and yet, here    you are. “

   ❝ Funny thing, me and listening? Never did go     good together. ❞ Afraid? If he could be, maybe,     but as it were—he was a breed that lacked a strong     sense of self-preservation. Probably why his kind     were all but wiped out. Bunch of idiots with big balls     and brains that were hardly comparable in size.

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when people go off half-assed teen wolf lore instead of legitimate lore when writing a "berserker."

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When your own autoplay makes you cringe. I hate Jude.