The real fucking ruler of hell

24th January 2012

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wow, it looks like brook uses auto-insert for her passwords

she keeps sayin “i’ll get back to brocifer after this next test” but wow she doesn’t fuckin stop she offered to help laurent write his history paper [he’s dyslexic] and what fun being dictated to for two plus hours sounds. oh, and bein in detention for hitting people, that too.

you know what i’m josh and i’ll be your bro whilst brook complains she’s terrible for not keepin up with this blog and we write our paper on the mormons. i’m taking over this blog for an indefinite amount of time. so hi.

And before you ask, yes, I am perfectly literate, with the ideal humour for Dirk, and with perfect grammar and syntax. 

alright… list of stuff to do. “Hit on Jake. Beat up John.”

let’s get to work

17th December 2011

Question with 1 note

Anonymous asked: Why do you update so slowly?

[[I update so slowly for two main reasons. One is that I’m still not all that confident with roleplaying like this, and the scene we [[Dead-Saint-John and I]] are doing I’ve never actually done anything like it before [Only one torture scene, and my character was the victim]. I’ve always got to be careful with what I do [I have a fear of accidental godmodding] and so I tend to send what I’ve wrote to a friend who’s pretty seasoned and can give me help.

The second is I’m revising for two really, really big exams in January that I really can’t afford to fail [Wikipedia Article for GCSE. Each exam is a quarter of my overall grade for Biology and Chemistry.] :I School sucks but I’m going to pass these exams whether I like it or not!

I’d answer this privately but you seem to want to stay anonymous so I can’t! I won’t bite, don’t be afraid to send questions in whilst logged in. If anything, that’d be easier!]]

16th December 2011

Question with 1 note

gunsforgrim asked: Alright well an anonymous person asked me to give you a kiss. So here i am. *He leans in and gives his cheek a peck.*

Are you sure it’s not just the anons, Jake?

16th December 2011

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dead-saint-john:

brociferstrider:

dead-saint-john:

brociferstrider:

dead-saint-john:

i’m not helping you get davesprite!
i never will! 

Your voice shakes - and so do your legs. You’re terrified, and you can’t even look at Brocifer, but you won’t be betraying Davesprite. It’s been years since you were tricked by Terezi and killed, but you haven’t given in yet, and although this is a terrifying escalation in Brocifer’s actions, you won’t falter. Davesprite means everything to you.

 You approach John slowly, carefully. One last chance to help you, or things will get ugly, you decide.

This doesn’t need to be painful. You know what I want, John, and I’m willing to let you go right now. You could be free, John, right now, free to walk out of this place, but you know precisely what I need from you for that to be a reality.

You back away from Brocifer’s advance until he bumps into a cold, wet dungeon wall and can go no farther. You tremble. Your hands are slick with sweat and shaking.

no! 
i’ve told you over and over, i’ll NEVER help you. it doesn’t matter what you do to me.

You are not actually as confident in these words as you’d like to be - you are a saint, but you’ve never been tortured, and already you feel at your breaking point from having Terezi in charge of you for just a few weeks again. Brocifer’s cruelty is surely vaster than you could ever comprehend, but you are determined to see that he destroys your immortal soul, rather than help him capture Davesprite. You will do anything to protect Davesprite. 

Fine, you say, if that’s what you think.

With John backed up against the wall, there’s no-where for him to run. You can tell he’s afraid - his voice keeps cracking from fear. Good. Fear is good. Fear will make this a whole lot quicker for you, and less painful for him.

And so you punch John straight in the middle of his face. You don’t expect to get a response straight away, and you begin to bear down on John like a tonne of rocks. Fuck, you will get an answer, whatever it takes.

For all that you’re determined not to break and help Brocifer, that doesn’t make you invincible. Brocifer’s fist slams into your nose with force you could never hope to match. You yelp in pain, and jerk back, smacking your head against the wall behind you. You see stars, taste blood on your lips.

You try to think of blue skies but all you can think is how much everything hurts as you twist and raise your arms, hoping to block the blows rained down on you. A laceration on your left side, a gift from Terezi, is pulled awkwardly, not yet fully healed and threatening to reopen.

You ball your fist and hit him once more on the arm, but you don’t allow your anger bubbling inside you to show. Why won’t he talk? Talk! Even though you knock his glasses from his face, you don’t feel like you’re going to get very far with this. You keep hitting, though, and hitting, and hitting, until he begs you to stop.

Tagged: saving saint john

16th December 2011

Post reblogged from i hope to see heaven again! with 10 notes

dead-saint-john:

brociferstrider:

dead-saint-john:

brociferstrider:

dead-saint-john:

let me go!

You fight harder. You want to go home, you want to go back to Dave or Davesprite - both. But all you can do is cry and scratch at Brocifer as he drags you away from Dave, down deeper into hell than you’ve ever been. 

please!!

There isn’t really any point in begging, but you try anyway, scrubbing at your face to get rid of Dave’s blood and the tears. 

Why would I let you go? Ignoring John’s pleas, you finally arrive at your favourite bit of the dungeons. You push down the smile threatening to tug at your lips. As you swing open the door, you pull John into it, then lock the door behind you.

i’m not helping you get davesprite!
i never will! 

Your voice shakes - and so do your legs. You’re terrified, and you can’t even look at Brocifer, but you won’t be betraying Davesprite. It’s been years since you were tricked by Terezi and killed, but you haven’t given in yet, and although this is a terrifying escalation in Brocifer’s actions, you won’t falter. Davesprite means everything to you.

 You approach John slowly, carefully. One last chance to help you, or things will get ugly, you decide.

This doesn’t need to be painful. You know what I want, John, and I’m willing to let you go right now. You could be free, John, right now, free to walk out of this place, but you know precisely what I need from you for that to be a reality.

You back away from Brocifer’s advance until he bumps into a cold, wet dungeon wall and can go no farther. You tremble. Your hands are slick with sweat and shaking.

no! 
i’ve told you over and over, i’ll NEVER help you. it doesn’t matter what you do to me.

You are not actually as confident in these words as you’d like to be - you are a saint, but you’ve never been tortured, and already you feel at your breaking point from having Terezi in charge of you for just a few weeks again. Brocifer’s cruelty is surely vaster than you could ever comprehend, but you are determined to see that he destroys your immortal soul, rather than help him capture Davesprite. You will do anything to protect Davesprite. 

Fine, you say, if that’s what you think.

With John backed up against the wall, there’s no-where for him to run. You can tell he’s afraid - his voice keeps cracking from fear. Good. Fear is good. Fear will make this a whole lot quicker for you, and less painful for him.

And so you punch John straight in the middle of his face. You don’t expect to get a response straight away, and you begin to bear down on John like a tonne of rocks. Fuck, you will get an answer, whatever it takes.

Tagged: saving saint john

16th December 2011

Post reblogged from i hope to see heaven again! with 10 notes

dead-saint-john:

brociferstrider:

dead-saint-john:

brociferstrider:

dead-saint-john:

brociferstrider submitted:

You grab John’s arm, pulling him away from Dave, and subsequently abscond.

Brocifer grabs your arm - you fight, twisting and turning, even scratching at his hand, his arm, trying to reach his face and scratch his eyeballs out because he hurt Dave and you might have been a saint but you’re Dave’s best friend, too, and you want to fight - want to save Dave - but can’t.

You ignore John’s fight back and continue to drag him away. You have something else in mind for him, something that doesn’t include weeping over Dave. You find yourself heading towards the dungeons.  

[[Tiny post 8D //shot//]

let me go!

You fight harder. You want to go home, you want to go back to Dave or Davesprite - both. But all you can do is cry and scratch at Brocifer as he drags you away from Dave, down deeper into hell than you’ve ever been. 

please!!

There isn’t really any point in begging, but you try anyway, scrubbing at your face to get rid of Dave’s blood and the tears. 

Why would I let you go? Ignoring John’s pleas, you finally arrive at your favourite bit of the dungeons. You push down the smile threatening to tug at your lips. As you swing open the door, you pull John into it, then lock the door behind you.

i’m not helping you get davesprite!
i never will! 

Your voice shakes - and so do your legs. You’re terrified, and you can’t even look at Brocifer, but you won’t be betraying Davesprite. It’s been years since you were tricked by Terezi and killed, but you haven’t given in yet, and although this is a terrifying escalation in Brocifer’s actions, you won’t falter. Davesprite means everything to you.

 You approach John slowly, carefully. One last chance to help you, or things will get ugly, you decide.

This doesn’t need to be painful. You know what I want, John, and I’m willing to let you go right now. You could be free, John, right now, free to walk out of this place, but you know precisely what I need from you for that to be a reality.

Tagged: saving saint john

16th December 2011

Post reblogged from i hope to see heaven again! with 10 notes

dead-saint-john:

brociferstrider:

dead-saint-john:

brociferstrider submitted:

You grab John’s arm, pulling him away from Dave, and subsequently abscond.

Brocifer grabs your arm - you fight, twisting and turning, even scratching at his hand, his arm, trying to reach his face and scratch his eyeballs out because he hurt Dave and you might have been a saint but you’re Dave’s best friend, too, and you want to fight - want to save Dave - but can’t.

You ignore John’s fight back and continue to drag him away. You have something else in mind for him, something that doesn’t include weeping over Dave. You find yourself heading towards the dungeons.  

[[Tiny post 8D //shot//]

let me go!

You fight harder. You want to go home, you want to go back to Dave or Davesprite - both. But all you can do is cry and scratch at Brocifer as he drags you away from Dave, down deeper into hell than you’ve ever been. 

please!!

There isn’t really any point in begging, but you try anyway, scrubbing at your face to get rid of Dave’s blood and the tears. 

Why would I let you go? Ignoring John’s pleas, you finally arrive at your favourite bit of the dungeons. You push down the smile threatening to tug at your lips. As you swing open the door, you pull John into it, then lock the door behind you.

15th December 2011

Post reblogged from i hope to see heaven again! with 10 notes

dead-saint-john:

brociferstrider submitted:

You grab John’s arm, pulling him away from Dave, and subsequently abscond.

Brocifer grabs your arm - you fight, twisting and turning, even scratching at his hand, his arm, trying to reach his face and scratch his eyeballs out because he hurt Dave and you might have been a saint but you’re Dave’s best friend, too, and you want to fight - want to save Dave - but can’t.

You ignore John’s fight back and continue to drag him away. You have something else in mind for him, something that doesn’t include weeping over Dave. You find yourself heading towards the dungeons.  

[[Tiny post 8D //shot//]

Tagged: saving st johnsaving saint john

15th December 2011

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thedevilwearsshades:

dead-saint-john:

brociferstrider:

thedevilwearsshades:

brociferstrider:

You slash your sword his direction again with a flick of your wrist, ignoring John for now. He can’t do anything. You concentrate on Dave, and the sword in your hand, and the fact that you are in the perfect mood to hand Dave’s ass to him. 

You know you can’t possibly match your brother’s speed, but you try desperately to block him anyway. You miss. The sword stabs you in the shoulder, making a deep cut.

fuck

You inhale a sharp breath. This is why you hated fighting with your brother. He always seemed to hit you without caring about how hurt you got.

Just to remind John not to try anything, you slap the flat of your sword against the side of his head. Nothing that will hurt, for now, just a warning. And then back to Dave. You stop for the slightest of moments to watch your little brother, then you continue your fast-paced movements. You wonder how long this fight is going to last, and then decide, at this rate, not long; you slice your sword towards him again, wondering if he’ll land a blow.

The sword comes out of nowhere, smacking you on the side of the head. You groan, because it hands on a bruise from Terezi doing almost exactly the same thing, if with more enthusiasm. You drop to your knees - you’re of no use anyway and your head is spinning now.

You rush towards your brother when he hits John. You quickly stab forward with your pitchfork hoping to hit him at least once. Instead, a sword comes down towards your side. You’ve been hit pretty hard and you’re losing a lot of blood. You fall back, and your vision is starting to blur.

you are such a fucking asshole

You manage to spit that out before your world goes black. You’ve passed out.

You have failed.

You land neatly and look at your brother, ignoring his insult, and then throw a glance towards John. You’re job is done, but you’re curious to if he has anything to say on the matter. 

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