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〄 JUDAS PEARSON / MASQUERADE BALL harvest masquerade ball / gothic victorian opera house / new tallin  mask.

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My family’s gone, ‘cause of what I know!

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〄  /  GROOVYANGCL.

･*˚⁺‧͙ IRRITATION. it ran through her veins just as naturally as blood, brightening her cheeks in a furious blush. just because she was an angel, being of all things good and light, didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to feel a single negative emotion. she kicked the bumper of her dazzling red jaguar xk120, stubbing her toe in the process. “eeeOUCH!!!” she squealed kicking her heels off and jumping around similarly to a classic cartoon character. seconds later, the pain subsided to a throb. she performed a balancing trick, rubbing at the superficial injury hoping it would finally ease up entirely. 

just then, she heard the creak of the door open and before she could manage to get out of the way of traffic, she bumped into a man with a rather stocky build. sabina charles fell promptly onto her tush, huffing in the process. however, just as quickly that she became friends with the ground did she perk up and readjust her outfit. “OH, no it’s okay!!” she waved away his apology, letting out a light and slightly embarrassed giggle. “i wasn’t watching where i was going.” a strand of her golden hair fell into her face and sabina blew it away, only for it to fall back into her eyes– another pang of irritation. inevitably, she tucked the lock behind an ear. she must have appeared like a total damsel in distress and paired with his statement, it seemed as though he agreed with that sentiment. “yes, well, i was hoping you would be able to help me. i’ve run into a bit of a…” she glanced back at her source of inconvenience, “…issue with my car.”

her frail pointer finger guided his attention to the vehicle that had betrayed her before she continued, “i was on my way home but unfortunately, old betty there decided to kick the curb and call it quits. i hope this isn’t a bad time?” her beady eyes pleaded. please, please, don’t say you’re closed! that would be a real BUMMER. 

judas’ auto joint really wasn’t getting much business lately , the arrival of the strange new species on top of the mage murders definitely had people staying indoors. so , when the perky blonde woman appeared seemingly from thin air with her car troubles far be it from him to turn her away. there was also a tinge of guilt that shot through him from knocking her on her ass only to not even be able to offer to help her up. there was a part of him that wondered if she was a vampire or something supernatural , she moved too quickly and gracefully to be human. 

he wanted to tell the blonde she was making his teeth hurt with all the sugar , but he bit his tongue as he regarded her with tired blue eyes. the mechanic gave a shrug of his shoulders in response to her taking the blame , but it wasn’t like he’d been paying much attention either. who walks out a door backwards anyway ? ‘ someone with ‘is hands full ‘ or so judas would say if actually prompted with such a question. 

he took a swig from the beer he’d been nursing as he listened to her , following her gaze to the red jaguar parked half on the curb further down the road but unmistakable. the pyromancer wiped his mouth with the cleanest part of his hand , the back , before gesturing towards the lit neon sign that read ‘ mechanic on duty ‘ with said beer bottle. 

“ i mean , we can go on ahead and bring it into the shop  , get you all set up in the system and shit , but it definitely probably won’t be gettin’ done tonight though,  so  , after all that’s said and done i can offer ya a ride home if you’re needin’ one or pay for a cab if we can even get one out’ere. “ the gruff man downed the rest of his beer and tossed it into the nearby trashcan before shoving his hands into the pockets of his denim coat , “ it won’t move at all ? “ he inquired as he started down the sidewalk in the direction of the car she had pointed out earlier.

〄 S2 / E002: SWORDS UP.

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@ofgrlhood + @lottabank are open as well.

✧ ( IMAGINE  DRAGONS / EVOLVE  LYRIC  PROMPTS.

I Don’t Know Why :

❝ We could be strangers in the night. ❞ ❝ We could be passing in the shadows. ❞ ❝ We couldn’t be closer if we tried. ❞ ❝ When we’re caught in the headlights. ❞ ❝ We could be faces in the crowd. ❞ ❝ Your love is always dangerous. ❞ ❝ And now I’m lost in us. ❞ ❝ I don’t know why, but I guess it’s got something to do with you. ❞ ❝ We were the essence of desire. ❞ ❝ We’re livin’ in a lying trust. ❞ ❝ Tell me that you love me. ❞ ❝ I guess it’s got something to do with you. ❞ ❝ Trading the truth in for a lie. ❞

Whatever It Takes :

❝ Falling too fast to prepare for this. ❞ ❝ ripping in the world could be dangerous. ❞ ❝ Everybody circling, it’s vulturous. ❞ ❝ Everybody waiting for the fall of man. ❞ ❝ Everybody praying for the end of times. ❞ ❝ Everybody hoping they could be the one. ❞ ❝ I was born to run, I was born for this. ❞ ❝ Break me down and build me up. ❞ ❝ Whatever it takes. ❞ ❝ I love the adrenaline in my veins. ❞ ❝ I love how it feels when I break the chains. ❞ ❝ You take me to the top I’m ready for. ❞ ❝ I do what it takes. ❞

Believer :

❝ First things first, I’m a say all the words inside my head. ❞ ❝ I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been. ❞ ❝ Second thing second, don’t you tell me what you think that I can be. ❞ ❝ I’m the one at the sail, I’m the master of my sea. ❞ ❝ I was broken from a young age. ❞ ❝ Write down my poems for the few. ❞ ❝ You made me a, you made me a believer. ❞ ❝ You break me down, you build me up, believer. ❞ ❝ I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain. ❞ ❝ All the hate that you’ve heard has turned your spirit to a dove. ❞ ❝ Hoping my feelings, they would drown. ❞ ❝ You’re the face of the future, the blood in my veins. ❞ ❝ You made me a believer. ❞ 

Walking The Wire :

❝ Do you feel the same when I’m away from you? ❞ ❝ Do you know the line that I’d walk for you? ❞ ❝ We could turn around, or we could give it up. ❞ ❝ But we’ll take what comes, take what comes. ❞ ❝ Oh, the storm is raging against us now. ❞ ❝ If you’re afraid of falling, then don’t look down. ❞ ❝ And we’ll take what comes, take what comes. ❞ ❝ We’re walking the wire, love. ❞ ❝ There’s nights we had that just walk away. ❞ ❝ And there’s tears we’ll cry, but those tears will fade. ❞ ❝ t’s the price we pay when it comes to love. ❞ ❝ Feel the wind in your hair, feel the rush way up here. ❞ ❝ I’ll hold you close, I’ll stay the course. ❞

I’ll Make It Up To You :

❝ Took your heart, took your hand. ❞ ❝ Hoping that you understand I’m no perfect man. ❞ ❝ It seems like we’re going nowhere. ❞ ❝ You’re crying inside your bedroom. ❞ ❝ Baby I know it’s not fair. ❞ ❝ Lay with me, for one more night. ❞ ❝ I’ll make it up to you. ❞ ❝ I know you don’t understand . ❞ ❝ And in your eyes I can see the places you’d rather be. ❞ ❝ In my darkest hour, in the dead of the night. ❞ ❝ Your hands are mine, I’ll make it up to you. ❞ ❝ Promises are nothing more than fleeting thoughts. ❞ ❝ But you, you are my life babe. ❞

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midsommars‌:

The Society (2019—) Created by Christopher Keyser

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〄  /  *  TAG DUMP.

〄 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖  /  *  FAMILY. 〄 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪 & 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕠𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤  /  *  GRETA. 〄 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕤 , 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤  /  *  DOSSIER. 〄 𝕚 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 , 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕  /  *  AESTHETICS. 〄 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜  /  *  DEATHBLADE ERA. 〄 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 /  *  MENTIONS. 〄 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥  /  *  RELATIONS. 〄 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟  /  *  INTERACTIONS. 〄 𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 & 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠  /  *  REFLECTIONS. 〄 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕  /  *  STUDY. 〄 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕖 , 𝕤𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕪  /  *  MEMES. 〄 𝕚𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 & 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤  /  *  ANSWERED. 〄 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕦𝕞 , 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕤  /  *  IDEAS. 〄 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕦𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕 , 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕦𝕖 ?  /  *  QUEUE. 〄 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡  /  *  SOUNDSCAPES. 〄 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖 & 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟  /  * OOC.

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name: thomas booker ‘ judas ‘ pearson nicknames: judas , yes , that’s it. really , he won’t respond to anything else. age: forty six sexuality: demisexual pronouns: he / him , cismale species: mage / pyromancer occupation: owner of judas’ auto joint / mechanic / bounty hunter / jack of all trades & handy man / ex-death blade sign:  capricorn spotify: coming soon pinterest: here

i really didn’t expect to pick up a third character , but it’s nary F.K.A. snottie back again with another long ass late af intro thanks to lock down. i have had judas for a very long time , but he has def been tweaked and edited here or there to fit into the vainglory plot. if you think he seems familiar , he probably is. anyway , onward to the more interesting and important stuff like a handsome pyromancer mechanic under the cut.

── the high council is prepared to hear the story of THOMAS BOOKER ' JUDAS ‘ PEARSON , we might of mistaken them as NORMAN REEDUS they’re known as a MAGE / PYROMANCER while noted as a WANDERER / EX-DEATHBLADE. appearances may be deceiving , with immortality being so common among supernaturals. this being has walked the earth for FORTY SIX years , and their face reflects an age of FORTY SIX. the holy war with the noctis has forced them to stay in new tallinn. you will find them residing in BLIGHTBIRD

once they were known as a MECHANIC & OWNER OF JUDAS’ AUTO JOINT to blend in with the mortal crowd. now , you might find them as a BOUNTY HUNTER to prepare for the unholy war against the noctis. they plan to FIGHT AGAINST the noctis with the hopes to RESTORE.

PERSONALITY.

element: earth ruling planet: saturn -- the planet of discipline & maturity body part(s): knees , skin , bones & teeth good day: loyal , family-oriented , hardworking , devoted , honest , fearless , genuine bad day: proud , impulsive ,  bossy , stubborn , reckless , jealous , pessimistic , unforgiving , cold , antisocial , guarded  favorite things: the smell of leather , road trips ( on hand built bikes ) , dark liquor , chain smoking , hot showers , his bed , hamburgers , goals / projects , being in charge , exclusive clubs , motorcyles , tattoos , scars  least favorite things: his time as a deathblade , losing , large gatherings of people , strangers , rules , authority , the high council , deep or large bodies of water , quitting , shouting in public , careless mistakes  secret wish: to have every need taken care of how to spot him: forehead covered by greasy or sweaty bangs , distinctive jaw , strong teeth , wise look in his eyes , gruff voice , rough grease stained hands where you’ll find him: enjoying quality time in his personal garage , working obsessively on a large-scale bike project , at work , drinking at a bar ,  keywords: willpower , initiative , determination , passion , ambition , goals , security , stability , comfort

a measured master planner , judas’ has the power of structure , delayed gratification and setting goals for the long haul.

this mage is willful and determined , focused on the loftiest goals. he sets his mind on an outcome , and will reach the finish line. it may be an epic “ hero’s journey ” to get there , which is why he has his steely grit and unparalleled resilience. 

taking the road less traveled isn’t how this traditional man rolls. instead , judas maps out the straightest and simplest route to the top , then sticks to its plan. even if it takes a little more time to get there without shortcuts , the ambitious pyromancer will make the trek. 

the essence of his energy is loyal , structured , family-oriented ( though he won’t exactly admit it ) , hardworking , devoted , honest, and paternal among other personality traits. 

negative expressions of his energy can be pessimistic , unforgiving , cold , materialistic , snobbish , elitist , overly serious , etc. judas’ energy can even be considered overly harsh or calculating on occasion. 

the dutiful side of him can be his downfall , the stoic handy man may repress a lot to be the “ rock ” for others which can lead to a heavy or burdened energy he tries to mask.

judas combines a rock-solid foundation and skillful plans into a high rise penthouse fit for world domination , but he wouldn’t know it. he’s extremely humble.  

a master strategists ex-deathblade and owner of his own business , who always keeps one eye on a five- or ten-year plan. motivated to take on big goals and create structures in his life that will last the test of time.

he is known for being stern and authoritative on occasion , you definitely don’t want to try and get under this fire wielder. i guess you could say that he is the “ daddy ” type , and wants to be respected for his command. 

additionally , another keyword for the mechanic could be repression , which can make his urges come out in shocking or subversive ways. don’t be surprised if judas has a few freaky secrets under the stoic exterior.

he is a leader and “ idea person ” , prizing originality and liking to be first in everything he does. count on the handyman in him to initiate a winning idea or plan.

( tw: blood ment. , alcohol ment. ) busy , busy ! you can find judas enjoying quality time with ‘ family ‘ ( blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb ) throwing back a beer , working obsessively on a large-scale project ( most likely involving something auto ) , chilling in his garage tinkering around on something listening to classic rock , or hunting supernatural criminals / fugitives for bounty. 

( tw: alcohol ment. , drug ment. ) whether he’ll admit it or not , he tends to like mixing business with pleasure ( don’t be surprised if you catch him having a beer or joint at the shop ). it isn’t too often , but he does tend to develop tight bonds with people he meets on the job or through projects similar. 

he could be loosely considered one of the “ popular people ” around town , seeing as he’s sort of the jack of all trades that you can hire for relatively cheap to fix just about anything. his eyes were born with the eyes on the prize , he’s always had to provide for and rely on himself so he knows how to do so.

once judas sets his sights on something , he begins to climb slowly and steadily toward that goal. though often he becomes so focused on reaching the finish line that he can fail to pay attention to the journey , looking neither to the right nor the left. 

this man believes that if he just keeps pushing ahead , eventually he’ll get what he wants. judas honestly just needs to learn flexibility and to listen more to his heart than his head at times if he wants to feel fulfilled inside and out. 

ambitious as he may be , he hasn’t and doesn’t always have relentless drive. when he slips into lounge mode the mechanic can relax with the best of ’em , becoming practically immobile. work hard , play hard is definitely ( one of ) his modus operandi. 

other times , he can overwhelm himself by setting such impossible goals that he gets discouraged and gives up before he even leaves the starting gate. judas does best when he breaks his grand plans into measurable action steps. 

any friends the mage has could remind him to celebrate his victories — not just the huge ones but the small triumphs and milestones along the way.

BACKGROUND.

thomas booker pearson had his life turned upside-down in an instant when his true lineage was violently revealed. it ripped him from his family and the only life he had ever known.

it didn’t begin this way , it began on a strangely frigid december night forty-six years ago when a little , screaming babe was born into the world. as this little boy grew up his parents came to realize just how strange he was.

the magic comes from his mother and her side of the family , while his mother never displayed any sign of being a mage his grandmother had been a powerful one. apparently , the gift – or curse if you reference thomas’ mother – of magic skipped generations and it had passed right by olivia on to her son.

growing up for the little boy was anything but normal , but thomas knew no different and this didn’t affect him too much so he thought. his mother kept magic and the supernatural world a secret from him as long as she could in the hopes that they were wrong and she could suppress his powers , but it was all in vain.

strange things always seemed to happen to or around thomas though , things that couldn’t be explained but his mother found ways to dismiss despite the evidence against her. all these occurrences became more severe , more frequent , over the course of his teenage years but he had found that going up to the rooftop at night to look at the stars had a way of calming him down.

starlight wasn’t his only source of happiness either , most days you could find the young man out in the garage tinkering with anything that had an engine. his love for motorcycles has no bounds.

( tw: drug ment. , suggested child neglect ) his family comes from a long line of poor individuals , but he had grown accustomed to it. his mother and father were very rarely around , his mother was afraid of him and his father spent more time with his backward ass hillbilly cousins or doped up somewhere than at home.

so,  thomas busied himself with anything auto , stargazing , and sooner than later – the way of the wiccans. maybe it was magical intuition or just luck , but the mage came across the wiccan faith and fell into it easily. it was like finding where he belonged , he no longer felt ostracized or like the black sheep he was of his family.

( tw: fire ment. ) that was when it all went downhill , one day when he was practicing his pyromancy – which he found he had an affinity for – and was caught by none other than his mother. his mother’s reaction wasn’t very pleasant , and their argument was intense and volatile. so much so that the emotion thomas was feeling literally manifested itself in actual flames , enveloping his entire body.

( tw: fire ment. , accidental arson , death ment. , death by fire ment. ) being a novice he had no way of knowing how to stop it. the fire left the house in ruin and that was the last straw , his mother was ultimately trapped inside and burned alive. after that the mage was on his own , he left town immediately and luckily there was never a way to actually connect her death to him.

thomas was left feeling lost and confused , but like he finally had a chance to start over and live his own life. he quickly found himself in the supernatural community , but figuring out how to live his life involved in it was more difficult than he thought.

he was only twenty years old and found himself very proud of his supernatural ability , suddenly very invested in the community and wanting to serve in the easiest way he knew how which was in combat. he viewed the deathblades as some form of justice and was easily manipulated into doing everything in his power to be appointed one , he was successful and worked as a deathblade for decades.

now at forty-six he has ’ retired ’ and lives in haapsula , estonia where he owns his very own auto shop. while not nearly as dangerous as before , he can be dangerous to be around when he lets his emotions take over and his capabilities should not be underestimated nor tested.

HEADCANONS.

on top of being a mechanic he is also a professional bounty hunter as something of a side hustle. so , if you need any supernatural monster , fugitive or criminal rangled , judas is your man. he’s pretty much down to get paid to do just about anything , fix your sink , put together furniture , install a/c ? just give him a price , he’s basically your token jack of all trades handyman.

( tw: fire ment. ) he left his past behind him after the fire , thomas booker pearson burned away that day and since he only goes by judas. it’s highly unlikely anyone even knows him as anything else.

( tw: cigarette ment. ) he is a chain smoker , he doesn’t care that it is killing him either. he hates when people tell him that it’s a bad habit or the like , he knows.

judas loves tattoos and a lot of his extra spending money has gone to them. he admires other forms of body modification , but sticks to tattoos and his few scarification tattoos.

even when he tries to clean up , he looks dirty. he is almost always covered in grease or oil from actual work at the shop or just working on his own little projects at home. it’s his aesthetic though and it works ??

i honestly have been working on this intro for hours now at this point and i am wore the fuck out , my eyes are sore af. i’m ready to go make something to eat ( it’s freaking midnight rn ) and then i’m gonna watch another episode of tiger king before taking my happy ass to bed. if you’re at all interested in plotting with my mans then definitely hmu on discord or in my tumblr ask / dms. 

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• °☆ Hercules (1997)

feel free to change words and pronouns as needed.

“Fabulous party. You know, I haven’t seen this much love in a room since (name) discovered himself.”

“He was as mean as he was ruthless and that’s the gospel truth.”

“Then the once proud (name) will finally fall. And you, (name), will rule all!”

“What?! Okay, fine, fine, I’m cool, I’m fine.”

“(Name) is gonna kill us when he finds out what happened.”

“A guy can only take so much disappointment.”

“I’m a damsel. I’m in distress. I can handle this.”

“Well, you know how men are. They think ‘No’ means ‘Yes’ and 'Get lost’ means 'Take me, I’m yours.'”

“I’m a big, tough girl. I can tie my own sandals and everything.”

“Ah, well, it’s just fine. You know, a little dark, a little gloomy.”

“He comes on with this big innocent farm boy routine, but I could see through that in a Peloponnesian minute.”

“So you took care of him, huh?! Dead as a doornail. Weren’t those your exact words?!”

“Memo to me, memo to me: maim you after my meeting.”

“You’re really choked up about this, aren’t you?”

“I got 24 hours to get rid of this bozo, or the entire scheme I’ve been setting up for 18 years goes up in smoke.”

“I didn’t know that playing hooky could be so much fun.”

“Man! I thought I had problems!”

“Sometimes it’s better to be alone. Nobody can hurt you.”

“If there’s a prize for rotten judgment, I guess I’ve already won that.”

“No man is worth the aggravation.”

“It’s too cliche, I won’t say I’m in love.”

“I thought my heart had learned its lesson.”

“I can’t believe you’re getting worked up about some guy.”

“This one is different. He’s honest, he’s sweet, and he would never do anything to hurt me.”

“She’s a fraud! She’s been playing you for a sap!”

“Okay. Okay. That’s it. Won’t face the truth? Fine.”

“What are you doing?! Without your strength you’ll be killed!”

“No, kid, giving up is for rookies.”

“I’m willing to go the distance. How about you?”

“People always do crazy things when they’re in love.”

“He’s gotta have a weakness, because everybody’s got a weakness.”

“For a true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.”

[gasolinenfire]

〄 / GOREAMOUR.

✴ ( season one  /  start of the harvest )

                                          ❛  fuck !   ❜  her hand draws back at the instant sting - bottles and tools clanging as they hit the floor.  it wasn’t unlike gretel to find herself with a recent wound.  the auto shop was often busy with mature members of motorcycle communities and occasionally, you’d find a rich person with too much money to spend. 

greta enjoyed her time at the shop  — she was often silent and providing empty looks to many of the other employees. it had been a struggle to accept the harvest was around the corner. she dreaded the return of her overbearing brother and failure of a father.

holding her hand to the side her eyes focus on judas.  blood trickling down the side of her arm nearly turned her stomach. the hunter in her might of existed, but she could never forget all the blood. slightly embarrassed she peeks out the small window to see how the rest of the shop was holding up. letting out a sigh she shakes her head.   ❛  ———  sorry, this whole fuckin’ harvest thing has me in another place.  ❜

judas was actually on the phone when he heard a new hire cussing up a storm and metal clattering against cement. blue eyes instantly zone in on the woman recoiling in pain and whatever the customer on the other end of the line was saying was no longer registering , “ uh huh , come into the shop i’ll see what i can do for ya. check it out free a’charge , gotta’ run. “ without letting the individual on the phone respond he hung up the store phone , eyes trained on the woman across the room.

greta was a new employee that he had been unsure about hiring , not for any other reason than his immediate attraction to her , but was grateful he had. judas didn’t exactly have the best track record with women , relationships were something he was incredibly bad at mostly due to the fact he was emotionally stunted , but she was solid and less drama than most of the men he had working for him. 

the mage’s eyes drop to watch the all too familiar deep crimson running down the tapestry of her tattooed skin with peaks of porcelain skin peaking between before moving up to her face only to note the light flush to her cheeks , she was beautiful. “ you alright ? “ he asked , pushing off the desk he was leaning against to move across the room towards her , taking her wrist gently in his rough hands and lifting her own to examine it closer , “ i can stop the bleedin , if you want. it’ll sting but i can cauterize it without leaving too much’a scar. “ 

judas relinquished his hold on her , but he didn’t move to step away. he crossed his arms over his chest and cocked a curious brow at her , “ the harvest , huh ? “ the pyromancer lolled his head to the side as he regarded her with an almost sympathetic look , “ not a fan either , i take it ? “ 

[gasolinenfire]

[gasolinenfire]

Judas is the demon I cling to.

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〄 S2 / E002: SWORDS UP.

outside judas’ auto joint / 9:39 PM / haapsula , estonia status: open to all

didn’t he retire ? it sure didn’t feel like it anymore , it was just back to the same old shit. anxious. stressed. guarded. tense. judas had been retired in haapsula , estonia for over a decade now and he had never felt the way he did now. 

the mechanic heaved a sigh as he pulled a crumpled up pack of marbolo reds out of his flannel pocket and stuck one of the cancer sticks between his lips , “ need to get s’more , “ he muttered to himself as he used his back to push the front door to the auto shop open. the mage wasn’t expecting to run into someone at this hour with everything going on lately , but he had been distracted lighting his cigarette with a flame he conjured from his very fingertip.

“ shit , m’bad , “ he grunted as he took a long drag from his cigarette as he turned around to look at the individual he had backed up into. he considered them quietly for a moment as he exhaled a plum of smoke , “ what you doing out so late , hm ? don’t you know it’s dangerous ? there’s even more things going bump in the dark these days. “ 

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“WHAT ARE YOU MADE OF, KID? 7% flesh; bloody and raw. and human (or so they tell me). it doesn’t feel like that though. under my own fingertips skin is too sharp. i am too sharp to love myself. 45% smoke; it’s all fog inside – my skull, my lungs – i breathe out and smother everyone in two miles radius. 20% hunger; i will eat my rotten thoughts just to prove a point. pray for my body, for i will forget who i am, who i could have been. 28% agony; am i broken? i am not sure. but my bones ache.”

— sooner or later we perish; b.s.h (via adaestra)

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