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MICHAEL JONES of roosterteeth's achievement hunter.

penned by bo.
est. feb 7 15.

redblooded riot.

own canon. crossover && oc friendly. private to mutuals.

currently active.
drafts: four.

mjalti:

not to be dramatic but life is feeling a lot like that time Edward broke up with Bella in twilight and Stephenie made all the chapters during the break up empty pages with just “September.” “October.” “November.” written at the top


rvisedbvwolves:

i’m sorry to say i doubted him after he teared up taking a shot on off topic but michael jones is still the scariest craziest toughest most badass savage motherfucker at this company 


Anonymous sent a text.

proud of u!!!!!

ooc. ahhh thank you anon!! <3 it’s been a climb!! can’t wait to see what comes next.


Anonymous sent a text.

Kill yourself

socio--flower answered:

Kill me yourself you fucking pussy

another character stats thing!

TAGGED BY: @shvrpknives
TAGGING: everyone who wants to!! but also @dickpvnch
copy/paste and repost!

GENERAL

NAME: michael vincent jones
ALIAS(ES): michael, mikey, jersey devil
GENDER: male (he/him)
AGE: 29
DATE OF BIRTH: july 24th
OCCUPATION:
demolitions, gunman

APPEARANCE

EYE COLOR: brown
HAIR COLOR: red-brown
HEIGHT: 5′9
BURNS: scattered, mostly on his knuckles
OVERWEIGHT: no
UNDERWEIGHT: no

FAVORITE

COLOR: orange
HAIR COLOR: blonde
EYE COLOR: brown
SONG: do re mi by blackbear
MOVIE: ocean’s eleven
TV SHOW:  forensic files
FOOD: the goddamn mcrib
DRINK: screwdriver
BOOK: ??? who reads

HAVE THEY

PASSED UNIVERSITY: nah
HAD SEX: yes
HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: no
GOTTEN PREGNANT: no
KISSED A BOY: yes
KISSED A GIRL: yes
GOTTEN TATTOOS: yes
GOTTEN PIERCINGS: yes
HAD A BROKEN HEART: yes
BEEN IN LOVE: no
STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: yes

ARE THEY

A VIRGIN: no
A KISSER: yes
SCARED EASILY: no
JEALOUS EASILY: debatable
TRUSTWORTHY: yes

DOMINANT:
SUBMISSIVE:
IN LOVE: yes
SINGLE: no

RANDOM QUESTIONS

HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES: yes; mostly indirectly
THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: yes
ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: no
WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: yes
DROVE A CAR: yes
HAVE/HAD A JOB: yes
HAVE ANY FEARS: lack of control, suffocation/drowning, losing a limb, dying alone.

FAMILY

SIBLINGS: 2 brothers, estranged; john and david.
PARENTS: estranged; denise (living) and vincent (???)
CHILDREN: no
PETS: a ragdoll cat w/ ray, named taco

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like a lot of others it seems like, finals and work have really got me smashed for time. ill be back in the saddle in maybe a week or two, and ill try to do some sparse replies between study. love you folks. keep well


ooc<3

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every other cashier in the store: is super intelligent, is young and beautiful, speaks multiple languages, can check out really well really fast, knows every PLU and action code by heart, happy and always full of energy!! 

me: sweaty, arms spaghetti, bags ur shit sorta wrong, cant tell the difference between all your green triangle-y peppers, my english-and-german-only ass staring at you blankly as you give me some stern words in spanish over a sewing machine, stops whole production if u put goddamn roma tomatoes in front of me

my supervisor: im gonna put you in the busiest lane during rush because you work at a decent speed, got high marks on your cashier check, and customers seem to like u

me, crying: really?

dcllfvce.

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             her eyes closed && she held onto him tightly, fingers wrapping up in his shirt as she nuzzled his sternum just a little bit. a small movement of affection from the girl. she sighed again, her breath warm against his shirt, && her fingers flexed a bit.   ❝ if ANYONE fucks with you, michael, i’ll make sure they never see the light of day again. ❞   she swore softly against his chest, shifting her head again to nuzzle him. meg turned her eyes to look up at him, hazel eyes showing nothing but affection.   ❝ you can’t get rid of me.

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     she was small, but god knew she packed a punch && she meant every word she uttered. one second sweet, the next with a dash of spice. that’s where the illusion of normalcy blurs into the darker reality. but that’s okay. ❝ i think that’s my line. you name ‘em, and you know i’ll bury them for you. ❞ michael chuckles && sinks a fond hand into meg’s hair, the movement releasing some lingering scent of her shampoo into the air. he breathes it in slowly, now resting a cheek on the bombshell’s head. ❝ fuckin’ good. i wouldn’t want to. you’re stuck with my ass ‘till I die. ❞ 

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