#* ooc » jules time .

[satwu]

i'm playing around with coloring my icons and idk, how does this look? :o

[dreameasel]

thinking about how juliet and xavier are the same height but she wears heels more so he's consistently shorter than her. like i just think that's fun and neat.

[darkestrellar]

I hate this stupid guy. I haven't even finished reading the light novel he shows up in because the translation was incomplete and I didn't have the ebook files yet when I started reading it. All I know is that every time I see his face I think he looks like Svern.

[astrumocs]

Um, hi, is anyone around i finally managed to finish a drabble,

[txrks]

Tag Dump 1

[lupaeusarc]

just found out my brother made a snapchat bc snapchat sent me a notification asking if i know him 😭 yeah bestie we've met

[mvncesa]

most kids having a dog or cat growing up vs julian being that one weird kid who has a snake (named squib by the way)

[fairymint]

....vaguely wanna plot stuff with Felix’s kids for later use. they don’t have default parents which is, woof, and the weekend is coming so my desktop hiatus is any day now- but Soon.

[timechange]

Martin bites his lip. Part of him-- the part he wants Jennifer to see, the part he thinks he shares with Dave and Linda-- feels vindicated. Yes, Citizen Brown was the architect of not just the city, but of all their problems too. But the other part of him knows how reluctant Citizen Brown is to go home at the end of the night, his sallow face, his sunken eyes.

"...I... I don't know about unchallenged, sir," he admits, clasping his left wrist behind his back and lowering his gaze. The man in front of him as he was now certainly never would have given up without a fight.

He looks up instantly at the other's encouragement, eyes wide in disbelief.

"...Really?" Martin asks, desperately searching his face. There's a spark of hope in his eyes, but it's faint and fragile and immediately extinguished by his rejection. The boy's face falls, rapidly flashing through horror, hurt, and panic, as if the idea of causing Citizen Brown offense brought him actual pain.

Before he can apologize, everything completely shatters. The words ring in his ears, the rest of the universe and the world outside fading into static.

"I... I have a friend?..." he says before he can stop himself. His composure falling apart by the second, he runs his hands down his face before running them through his hair. "What am I saying-- Jesus, that's pathetic, I'm pathetic-- I mean... you're saying that you're... friends with... with me?..."

Martin reflexively backs away from the man as he advances, but after a moment and a guilty look, carefully takes the photograph.

It's unquestionably him, happier in one split second than he's ever felt in his life.

Burning, stinging heat pricks at his eyes as he stares at the image, watching it blur in front of him. His breath hitches and he squeezes his eyes shut.

After a long moment, he opens them, returning Cit--Doctor Brown's gaze.

"So... the Everett interpretation... modal realism." Martin's tone sounds breathless and hollow as he slowly starts to speak. His hands start to shake. "You're from a possible world. Or this is the possible world. And I'm a... what, a-a contingent proposition? If... If this is true," he indicates the photograph, his voice straining as it rises in pitch, "and it is, that means that all of this... that I-I'm... contingently false?"

He takes a moment to take in a shaky breath, digging his thumb and his forefinger into his eyes.

"I, um..." Martin continues, quiet, "I gotta say it makes sense." His shoulders fall, looking much too old and far too young all at once. "I'll... I'll help you, Doctor Brown. Something must have gone really wrong to make you end up here. I'm sorry."

❝No, you're right, Marty. If what you say about my position here is true, I'm just as much at fault for the current state of things as she is, whether or not I conceived the idea myself or put it to paper. If I put my signature on it, or even if I didn't, I still allowed these policies to be put into effect unchallenged. I'm equally as responsible, perhaps even arguably more so given that you've told me this is my social experiment.❞ Emmett scoffs, scrunching his face up with unmistakable disgust at the information concerning his life's trajectory in this timeline.

❝Though what could have possessed me to pursue a career in civil and social engineering and forsake my scientific calling to such a degree, I can hardly imagine...❞ Whatever key event happened in this reality that is absent from his own must be responsible for pushing him down a path he never would've considered even in his wildest dreams.

❝Clearly whatever I've...he's...been thinking leaves a lot to be desired! Outlawing dogs!❞ God, what does this mean for Einstein...? ❝That certainly explains the few concerning things I've already seen—❞

His expression twists into a very pronounced frown as he spares a few choice mental words for Marty's parents. This behaviour reminds him of the George and Lorraine that exist as disparate echoes in his mind—spectres of miserable souls overlaid over the cheerful and far more attentive people he is familiar with when he looks too long, as if realities were overlapping behind his eyes—and he feels the beginnings of anger heating up beneath his skin.

Immediately, he seeks to rectify this damage despite knowing that a few words won't instantly undo what is likely years' worth of destruction. ❝No good? Well, I don't believe that. I bet you're much better than you're giving yourself credit for.❞ Music and Marty seemed to find their way together in any reality; the kid had a natural-born talent and a discerning ear for the stuff that only continued to amaze him.

❝If he—I—saved it for you, it's never too late to start playing again.❞ He had to give his counterpart that, at least. He has some kind of heart left in him, even if his brain has yet to be spoken for.

Emmett gapes, his jaw nearly scraping the floor. The title leaves a rotten taste in his mouth; being the town lunatic and crackpot already came with more publicity than he cared for, but the nasty whispers and disapproving looks were something easily ignored. Annoying at times, especially when rumours began to flare up amongst the youths once again, but harmless. ❝D-Divine Head of...❞

Great Scott... Tell me I didn't push for that title.

❝If I'm being perfectly honest, I'm not particularly fond of Your Honour, either, but I appreciate you not calling me...that.❞ He might have fainted on the spot to be addressed so pompously and by Marty, no less.

There's that small voice in the back of his mind that warns him to be careful with the information he's about to share. This is Marty, yes, but even though he's been forthcoming and helpful so far doesn't mean there isn't the possibility, as much as he detests the thought, for things to go horribly wrong. If it were him being confronted with the possibilities of time-travel and other-dimensional versions of himself without any prior proof of one or the other being possible, he would be wary all the same.

But other than mild confusion, he has given him very few reasons to worry that he'll have to contend with whatever law enforcement exists in this Orwellian nightmare, so with a deep inhale, he begins, hoping for the best.

❝You've been very helpful so far, Marty, now I need you to hear me out. Everything I'm about to say is going to sound impossible, but it's the truth and I have proof to go along with it.

❝Where I'm from, you call me Doc and we've been very close friends for many years. I didn't just want to be a scientist, I am a scientist—I have a doctorate as well as several other degrees, primarily in physics, though my education extends to other sciences as well. I am an engineer of sorts—mechanical, primarily—although not by formal education; it was a skillset I needed to learn to aid me in my inventing—these days, I'm an inventor. That's always been a passion of mine and it looks like however diametrically opposed I am from my counterpart here, we still share that interest, considering that he—I—went through the trouble to set himself up a secret lab.❞

Emmett reaches into his back pocket and fishes out his wallet, carefully retrieving the small family photo from one of the slots it has all to itself. ❝Now, I don't expect you to call me Doc given that it seems our relationship here seems to me like it's more professional, but at least while it's just the two of us, you can call me Doctor Brown. It might also help you differentiate me from the Emmett Brown you're familiar with here.❞

He crosses the length of the room, holding the photograph out to Marty to take. Pictured are two young boys, one blond and one dark haired, eight and ten years old respectively, grinning at the camera, the younger of which looks like he knows something that nobody else pictured has any idea about. Standing between the two boys is another young man that is unmistakably Marty with his arms thrown around the shoulders of the two younger kids. Behind them is Emmett standing next to a tall, beautiful woman with long, dark hair whose radiant smile nearly overshadows everybody else in frame.

❝That's Clara, my wife, and my two boys, Jules and Verne. I think you can recognise the person standing between them. What I need to figure out now is how I managed to end up here, replacing my counterpart of this reality, and fix whatever it is that went wrong so I can get back where I belong. I'd like to ask for your help with this, Marty, if you'll give it to me.❞

[scarletdex]

We all just got back from our stay in Kitakami and are attending classes at Blueberry Academy again! Penny suggested that I make an account on here to make it easier for everyone back home to keep up with Jules and I. It also seems like a great way to meet new people and share my passions so, if you've got any questions about Pokémon and the like, please ask away!

OOC : [ hello, hello! i finished making the major important posts for this blog so i think it's time to get it up and running.

the focus of this blog will be on protag!florian from pokémon scarlet, set after the events of mochi mayhem. the blog's canon is based on my interpretation of the pokémon franchise, ( which i refer to as mjverse or mjv, ) so it's very headcanon-based and somewhat canon-divergent. if you want any clarification on plot differences, please don't hesitate to ask.

please check out the blog's pinned post before interacting, it'll give some important information on things like florian himself or content warnings.

anyways, i'm really excited to start this blog. florian's come to mean a lot to me so i'm happy to share more of him with ya'll!! ]

[satwu]

tag drop ! ❤

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[killianlynch]

Alrighty, since I'm guessing this question is one that Julius won't answer (understandably) I'm gonna ask you.

From what I've seen and heard, you and basically the rest of hellcrew seem to really HATE Lucien the Psychiatrist. His infatuation with your husband is really weird, and I'm wondering if he was there when Julius was in conversion "therapy". Could you shine some light on what Lucien did?

I've taken some time to respond since Im not fuckin sure how to put this and it's personal to Jules. And talking about that piece of shit really fucking gets my blood boiling.

Lucien wasnt his psychiatrist at goddamn conversion "therapy," but at that godforsaken shitty asylum Jules was sent to by his shit father. ‘The Oaks Psychiatric Facility for the Insane and Mentally Deficient’ was the name of the hellhole.

I don't know the details of everything that happened while Jules was there but it sure as fuckin shit wasn't good. Lucien has always been infatuated with Jules. Dammed bastard did a helluva lotta fuckin horrific things to him.

..and yeah, no fuckin’ shit i also do atrocious fuckin shit on a regular basis. I'm goddamn irredeemable and fuckin bask in being the villain. I'll cross every goddamn red line at full fuckin speed. Except for one.

I don't ever goddamn touch kids and I don't have the fucking words to express how much I fucking despise those who do. That shit leaves a very painful life fuckin long wound in the best outcome. It fucks you up goddamn permanently. It makes you see the world as filled with monsters, monsters who want to hurt you. Why the fuck do you think I am the way I goddamn am? I got sick of the abuse and became a goddamn nightmarefuel tier monster myself. Jules is similar, but that's his fuckin business.

Ain't no way I'd ever touch a kid tho. Makes me wanna be fuckin sick just thinking about. Got a lot of reeeeaall fuckin bad memories.... I'm in no damn way father material, but you sure as shit can bet your ass I protect kids. Helll, I took a bullet twice as a human jumping in front of a kid to keep them from being shot.

When it comes to those who harm children, I am fuckin merciless. I was the one who killed Luciem when I was 19. And it was fucking brutal. The fuck up I made, even though there's no damn I woulda known this shit at the time, was using Jules' knife, not to mention Jules being ultimately the reason he was killed, i just did the act. So now we're fuckin stuck with him.

Gonna stop there cuz shit has got me way to fucking pissed--- AND I'M FUCKIN COMIN FOR YOUR RANK ASS AGAIN @lucienthepsychiatrist YOU BITCH!

[OOC: is a fictional RP blog. All events mentioned are fictional and from The Hellcrew Project franchise. The blog that is tagged in the answer is also an RP blog. In no way do any of the actions, beliefs, etc of the characters in The Hellcrew reflect the creators.]

[justashadetalkative]

writedisaster​:

       “Mhmm.  Gotcha, gotcha.”  She can’t fully sympathize with whatever his reasoning is here, but hell.  Other people’s money isn’t any of her business, unless she’s getting a cut.

       “I think it’s great you wanna help your fellow man and all, but you might wanna think about protecting your own interests while you do it.  Doesn’t have to be about money,”  she suggests.  “We can do a zero rent lease, just to have something in place in case things go south.  Say you set someone up with a place to live, and turns out they’re not the kind of person you thought they were.  They make noise, they dump trash, they bring criminal enterprise onto the property, they get district authorities cranky at you, they keep having domestic incidents, et cetera, et cetera.

       “If you got a lease, you got terms.  You can get them out of your hair with a minimum amount of fuss, if you need to.  But if they’re living there on a handshake and a gentleman’s agreement - once they’re moved in, you can’t just kick ’em out, legally.  If you try and brute force ’em to the curb on your own, they can sue you about it if they’re savvy.  If you’re playing by the rules, you’d have to drag ’em to court with no lease violations to talk about.  That case’d probably still go in your favor, eventually, but I’ve seen that kind go on for months.  You know I’d love to represent you, but I’ll tell you right now that those are legal fees you can avoid with the right preparation.”

       She shrugs, leaning back in her leather chair.  “Something to think about.  I can also get you business cards for some property maintenance folks I’ve worked with before, if that’s all you want from me today.”

Diamond shakes his head silently, hunching forward and running a hand down his face as Jules speaks. He isn’t sure whether to laugh or groan; winds up doing both, in sequence, as she finishes.

“Those are all — very valid points. It'd be good advice under normal circumstances. At least in a society with sufficient protections against involuntary homelessness, and we could argue what ‘sufficient’ looks like all damn day, I’m certain,” he says once he’s collected himself, letting his arm fall to rest against his knees. “It’s... unfortunately, my situation is rather complicated. The occupants of my main... property... have a fundamental right to residency. There is a formal residency agreement, but eviction isn't on the table no matter how troublesome the resident. Negotiation–” and force, but Diamond is hardly going to admit to that now, “–is the only means of enforcement.”

He’d worry about disclosing even these bare bones of the situation, but, well, the Spire is quite literally in a different dimension. Jules can’t do a thing. Diamond brushes his hands across the desk, collecting his own copies of the paperwork and sliding them into his messenger bag.

"As for this property, however... I'm honestly not certain yet how I'll be handling upkeep. Putting together a zero-rent lease to have on hand, just in the interests of keeping my options open, does sound like a good idea. I'd be happy to have the business contact information for your property maintenance folks as well." His lips quirk. "Though an email with that info would be harder for me to lose and easier to use than a card, if you're willing to transcribe it."

@justashadetalkative gets a Jules for Diamond!

        “Of course, it’s absolutely none of my business what you do or don’t do with your properties,”  Jules says, shuffling signed papers into a file.  “But, you know, if you were ever considering going into the landlord business, Guzzo and Guzzo can work with you on lease issues as well.”

[astrumocs]

I think the only dad on my blog worth celebrating is Bonlei, who, despite his past mistakes, is at least trying his best, <3 So happy fathers day to Bonlei <3

[lostalioth]

hi jules <3 may I request a lil thing?

what do you think of a fluffy thor x reader taking care of sick!reader? or sam wilson x reader, whatever inspires you the most. thanks sweets!!

(this is for @openheart-odinson to cheer her up <33)

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐩

→ premise: thor isnt too familiar with the common midguardian cold, all he knows is you arent feeling well. in an attempt to do his best taking care of you, he resorts to goggle.

→ paring: thor odinson x fem!reader

→ warnings: fluff, sick!reader, established relationship, reader being taken care of, slight himbo!thor, possibly ooc thor, nicknames [babe, love, sweetheart]

→ a/n: ahh so I’ve never written for thor but I couldn’t help be a bit self indulgent and do the option of thor taking care of reader, as well as couldn’t help doing this request because it is from alix

Thor was still very new to all things midgardian, no matter how much time he’s spent on earth and around mortals. Therefore some of the things you do and go through that are normal to you are a mystery to him, though he loves you deeply he does question you quite often.

“What’s wrong, love?” He questioned as he walked into your shared master bedroom. “You seem upset, why are you still in bed? its noon” his voice was laced with worry and confusion now. He brings a hand up to your face to rub his thumb across your cheek and the skin under your eye. The small action made your heart swell with affection. Through a small cough you manage to get out a sentence “I have a cold” your voice came out cracked near the end, worrying your boyfriend even further.

Your head feels very hazy and cloudy, sinuses so congested that you have to resort to breathing through your mouth.

“Well if you’re cold, I’ll just go fetch you a blanket to warm you up silly girl” he lifts his hand off up, causing a whimper to escape your lips like a plea. Giving you a look full of love and sympathy he turns on his heels to head to the old spruce trunk where all the extra bedding and blankets are stored. You weakly shake your head no at him, unbeknownst to him as his wide shoulders and back were now facing you. “No thor, i have a cold, as in im sick” your voice somehow comes out weaker than before.

“Sick?? Do i need to phone the doctor babe, is it bad?” His joking tone switched quickly back to the confused and concerned tone it had before. You let out a small throaty chuckle that leads to a big cough. Thor is quick to inch forward to you to lay a hand on the middle of your back in an attempt to comfort you, as you sit up in bed for what felt like the first time in hours. Once your coughing fit calmed down you looked up at him as he let out a small huff in relief, though his brows remained furrowed. “No my love, I’ll be fine, it's a common illness. It usually passes in a few days.” You offer the teddy bear of a man comforting you a smile as best as you can muster. “Have you never had a cold before? Or the flu?” Thor seemed completely oblivious to what a cold was so you were very curious and it was now your turn to look confused.

“Most of us asgardians are immune to your earthly illnesses and diseases sweetheart”. You give him a small nod in acknowledgment as your eyes grew heavier.

“I’ll let you rest babe, sweet dreams” a small smile spreads across thor's face as you snuggle down under the plush covers, letting sleep quickly consume you. He leans down and leaves a quick peck on your forehead before heading out of the bedroom and down the hall. While you laid peacefully in your soft bed, giving your body some well needed rest, he had a mission.

Softly opening and closing the door to your office he settles down into your soft desk chair getting to work. He knew enough about how to use the computer from missions with Stark and what you've taught him that he is able to open google. Signing into his account instead of yours, he got right to work researching cold remedies. He was determined to help you the best he could.

After enough research he set off into the kitchen to make you a hot cup of tea as well as a bowl of chicken noodle soup. As the tea steeped and the soup was heating up he drew you a warm bath, setting out new clothes for you on the counter. One of his old shirts that you loved stealing and he loved seeing you wear even if it was a tad big on you. As well as a new pair of underwear and socks. He also sets out your shampoo, conditioner, body wash and all the other things needed.

After waking you up to bring you the cup of tea and soup to make sure you’ve eaten, he carries you to the en suite bathroom attached to your master bedroom and begins bathing you.

For the rest of the day he tends to you in any way you need, bringing you a snack, water, medicine whatever he could possibly get.

In the end the best remedy for your cold was a good night's rest, thor's arms holding you tight to his chest.

→ a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! and i hope thor wasn’t too outta character :)

[bunnybeeofficial]

SOOOO totally happy 2 b here!!! im soooo happy 2 meet u all

do u want 2 b happy?

do u want 2 b beautiful??

do u want 2 b mine???

((RULES AND OOC UNDER THE READMORE))

((another blog by me, bunny, the person who came out of nowhere swinging SEMI-LUKEWARM

CAUTION, TRIGGERS AHEAD, NOT ALL WILL BE TAGGED

honey will randomly blip out of existence with my motivation and energy levels! This does NOT mean that she wouldn't be communicating with your OCs during this time. I know it sucks to pilot an npc but please don't just assume honey is ignoring your oc, i seriously do not have the spoons to be as actively extroverted as her. i am an introvert.

theres going to be So much eyestrain on this blog, like to the point that almost every post would have an eyestrain tag, so please keep that in mind!

gifs are tagged "gif" queue tag is "supes cute" food stuff is "yummy stuff" nails are "perfectly painted" art tag is "artsy shit" selfie tag is "super cute selfie" makeup is "looks that kill" clothes are under "wardrobe"

my name is bunny, im 25+, i am not a social person and do not have the energy to talk to a lot of people at once, so either have patience or don't bother

i have several other blogs im not active on, but im most frequently on jujulebee

do not send me IMs in character, i will accept them as ooc if you don't have my discord, otherwise dont

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youre free to ask for my discord but i dont guarantee that ill talk to you regularly, i am not a talkative person

im not Extremely picky with who i follow and will block freely and without hesitation. im here to curate my ideal experience, not save the feelings of a stranger. 

while i understand that ic=/=ooc if your character is transphobic or racist in any way please dont interact, actually

honey wouldn’t want to talk to you anyway

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please do not godmod to try and fix honeys issues, i dont want that, genuinely

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honey b azrael was born august 6th, 1998

she’s bi-racial korean, born in texas

she is 4'8" (her boots typically put her at 5’), approx 240 lbs

honey was embraced on january 23rd of 2021

honey's a well-known streamer/virtual idol with a truly Cultish following with a majority of her followers worshipping her akin to a god. she is obssessed with the idea of making people beautiful, with no real concept of what that Beauty is, as she believes beauty is in the eye of the one presenting that beauty, as such she would not change someone without their explicit permission. she loves to be worshipped and idolized, but denying her that adoration does nothing to dissuade her bright personality, there is nothing you can say to convince her she is not worthy of it.

honey is a 6th generation tzimisce, her adoptive sire is delilah and true sire was killed to prevent any complications

⚠️WIP⚠️Strength: 3/5 Dexterity: 2/5 Stamina: 3/5 Charisma: 4/5 Manipulation: 2/5 Composure: 3/5 Intelligence: 2/5 Wits: 2/5 Resolve: 1/5⚠️

honey is a party girl and there will be mentions of drug/alcohol use and i will tag them as “drug mention” or “alcohol mention” if mentioned

nsfw content will be tagged as “nsfw //” or “nsfw language”

⚠️EYES, CULT-LIKE BEHAVIOR, BLOOD, AND BODY HORROR WILL NOT BE TAGGED⚠️

honey is pansexual and disinterested in a romantic relationship but sexually available

honey is doing GREAT and you should trust her

honeys best friend circle consists of dolls, sam, jules, her owl butler hubert, and diana who lives inside of her

she loves making friends and talking to people, though, so feel free to shoot her a message! she WILL talk to you

if your character is rude or just generally mean for no real reason (there are funny exceptions to this rule) honey will not want to speak with you and will probably unfollow you

ooc follows are fine, if i dont interact with your character much ill probably end up unfollowing, though

will add more if i can think of anything