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remember how i said i wasn’t moving jelco? 

yeah. me neither. he can now be found here.

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remember how i said i wasn’t moving jelco? 

yeah. me neither. he can now be found here.

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remember how i said i wasn’t moving jelco? 

yeah. me neither. he can now be found here.

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remember how i said i wasn’t moving jelco? 

yeah. me neither. he can now be found here.

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remember how i said i wasn’t moving jelco? 

yeah. me neither. he can now be found here.

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over my ( admittedly short, at least for me ) hiatus i’ve been rethinking the way i want to portray jelco. i don’t want to abandon him as a muse, and i have plenty of muse for him, it’s just that i’m noticing i’ve been inconsistent with my portrayal of him ( tending to focus more on his post-redemption self, rather than the jelco we are introduced to in season two ) and i want to remedy that, so the blog’ll probably be getting slightly revamped ( again. ) i don’t want to move to an entirely new blog, at least not yet, so jelco’s staying here for now.

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“–It was really a curse. It’s ruined my life. It made me the person that I am today. A freak. A mistake. Someone to hate.”

independent and selective jodie holmes of quantic dream’s beyond: two souls. canon divergent and headcanon based. revived by jaelyn.

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“no dedsec registration detected. identify yourself or i’ll seal the exits, hack your optik and read you every drunken email you ever wrote until you starve.” 

indie bagley of ubisoft’s watch dogs: legion. reprogrammed by jaelyn. est. 12 / 10 / 2020.

promo. psd.

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PINNED POST.

about.

this is an independent and selective roleplay blog for liam jelco of syfy’s killjoys. my portrayal is canon divergent and does not follow the the series canon after the end of season two. please read my google doc ( which contains rules / about / verses ) before following / interacting. 18+ only blogs do not follow.

the mun.

jaelyn, she / her. 16. timezone is cdt / gmt+5. i have discord for my mutuals, feel free to ask me.

links.

google doc ( if the description link isn’t working )

other blogs.

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notstolen

infrawiitch

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MUSE AESTHETICS :  SLEEPING AT LAST  ---  ATLAS

bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally.

DARKNESS

the mind was made to illuminate the heart.  /  we carve our names on the surface of history.  /  all our strength came out of the woodwork.  /  we only know this light as darkness crashes against it.  /  it's a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else.  /  our mistakes they were bound to be made.  /  the smell of the falling and burning leaves.  /  the bitterness of winter.  /  the sweetness of spring.  /  there was bad blood in us.  /  the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  /  firewood burning bright in the dead of winter.  /  were we broken right from the start?  /  forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn.  /  just live what little life your broken heart can.  /  just live what little life your mended heart can.  /  darkness exists to make life truly count.

SPACE ONE

space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.  /  we are infinite as the universe we hold inside.  /  we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.  /  i am desperate, if nothing else.  /  no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new.  /  i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.  /  somehow i've fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.  /  all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life.  /  the night sky once ruled my imagination.  /  let my change of heart occur.  /  fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  there was an avalanche of change.  /  we laid our names to rest along the dotted line.  /  we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering.  /  another lie from the front lines.  /  our backs against the wall, we're surrounded and afraid.  /  though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end.  /  a second chance to make amends.  /  losing track of what we're fighting for.

SPACE TWO

a secret under lock and key.  /  while collecting the stars, i connected the dots.  /  i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not.  /  make my messes matter, make this chaos count.  /  you taught me the courage of stars before you left.  /  how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.  /  a stained glass variation of the truth.  /  stitch by stitch i tore apart.  /  if brokenness is a form of art i muse be a poster child prodigy.  /  an open book with a torn out page.  /  a model citizen of doubt.  /  i'm pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe.  /  show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins.  /  the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.

LAND

a little broken, a little new.  /  the impact and the glue.  /  some truths are sharper than knives.  /  truth's got its sight set on you.  /  if truth is north, then i am true south.  /  i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i once was.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i could become.  /  half your heart has yet to come home.

LIFE

all we held dear was on the line.  /  my heart reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest.  /  i saw the future unfold in silver and gold.  /  you are grace, you are light.  /  i can't keep my head from spinning out of control.  /  is this what being vulnerable feels like?  /  i'm only steady on my knees.  /  i'll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness.  /  a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am.  /  let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up.  /  i was given a gift of hope.  /  

SENSES

fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much.  /  all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed.  /  pain is a well-intentioned weatherman.  /  god, i want to feel again.  /  i am aware of what light tastes like.  /  like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering.  /  i'm well aware of the shadows within my heart.  /  i want to be astonished.  /  nothing less than a work in progress.  /  sacred text on post it notes.  /  the light goes out, my heart goes still.

EMOTIONS

the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea.  /  the starting line of an adventure.  /  the faint outline of the divine.  /  losing my balance again and again.  /  each brave step forward, i take three steps behind.  /  its mind over matter.  /  a single lose thread and it all comes undone.  /  in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means.  /  with a broken heart, transformation begins.  /  i feel the pressure building until i can't breathe.  /  reckless but honest words leave my mouth.  /  it's fight or flight.  /  a last minute man of faith.  /  kerosene on a flame of doubt.  /  it's too late for holy water now.

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Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)

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               are you a man …

                     … or are you a monster?

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“I believe they call it looking out for number one. And yes, indeed, I am.”

independent & selective Karl Marsten of the SYFY series Bitten

mainly series based + some book influences, canon divergent

written by Jaelyn

template & psd

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would anybody like to explain why I want to write karl marsten (from the SYFY series bitten/the otherworld novels)?

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reblog this if you are a canon divergent portrayal out of pure fucking saltiness towards the canon

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reblog this if you are open to plotting family connection aus with your muse.

frequently, a roleplayer is unable to stray from their idea of their muse’s family for either the sake characterisation or their comfort, and it can be easy to assume the same applies to everyone unless otherwise stated. please reblog this post if this is not the case with you, and you are open with roleplaying in scenarios where my muse is yours sibling, child, parent, cousin, etc, whether through biological ties or not.   ( and if you are okay with only some of them, or everything except x or y, feel free to specify that in the tags! )