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About.
Hello! I'm JD or Jay, 22, and any traditional English pronouns work.
This is a multifandom/multimuse blog. Crossovers, AUs, OCs, anons welcome.
Main blog is @warlocknottheantichristdowling (likes, messages, and follows come from here)
Mid-low activity
I have about 3 years rp experience but had an unplanned 5 year hiatus, so thank you all for being patient with me!
None of the gifs I use are mine
I don't speak Spanish or Louisiana French, I use an online translator for any dialog with these, and I do not have DID nor am I bipolar, so I AM open to correction on my portrayals of The Moon Boys and of Bob. Please let me know how I can do better.
I’m 100% open to multiple threads, I love writing with y’all.
Threads: To many no such thing | Drafts: don'task | Asks: 2
I only have mobile, so please bear with me. I can't cut threads, my text options are limited, and autocorrect is my nemisis at times. I also work, so while I do try to get decent replies out quickly, sometimes I don't have time to write or the muse is not cooperating (and I know ya'll are patient with me, and I appreciate it, my brain just makes me feel like I have to explain everything because you guys are awesome and I love you for putting up with me)
Rules are basic: Be nice, ask don’t assume , and no smut.
Supernatural:
Raguel - Archangel oc, FC is Will Estes
Konstantine - Arch-Nepil oc, FC is Brodie-Sangster
Adult!Jesse Turner - Cambion, FC is Landon Liboiron
Abigail Richards - vessel oc, FC is Alexis Bledel
Joshua Ostler - vessel oc, FC is William Moseley
Teen Wolf:
Stiles Stilinski - human
Marvel:
Spenser Greyson McUsic III (Grey) - mutant oc, FC is Andrew Garfield
Jacob Isaac McUsic - mutant oc, FC is Dylan O'Brian
Lucas Adrian McUsic - mutant oc, FC is Noah Schnapp
Julian Arthur McUsic - mutant oc, FC is Colin Ford
Marc Spector - avatar, FC is Oscar Isaac
Bob Reynolds - supersoldier, FC is Lewis Pullman
Kurt Wagner: see above
Warlock Dowling: see above
Heracles Bron:
FC: Hans Matheson
AKA: Hercules (formerly), Herc
Main Verse: PJO post Mark of Athena, but 100% open to crossovers
Species: demi-god (son of Zeus; formerly a minor god)
Age: 3,111 (yes I did the Math and Googled it), appears to be in his 20's or 30's
MReunited with his mortal half and stripped of godhood by his own guilt-ridden prayer, Heracles believes himself to simply be a modern halfblood with a case of amnesia. He knows his name and vaguely remembers fragments of his past, with dates, names, and most other details missing, including who his parents are. He has retained his godly strength, but like all demigods suffers from ADHD and dyslexia. He has extensive knowledge of Greek and Roman Mythology, and remains skilled in both archery and wrestling. Other deities will still recognize him, but he refuses to aknowledge the possibility that he is Heracles of Ancient Greece. He is rather friendly, although somewhat reserved and often lost in his own thoughts, and he is extremely loyal. Inspite of his kind nature, however, he has retained his temper; given that his pride much less prominent now, that temper is rarely seen. Hope this makes sense.
Jason Peter Todd:
(dead name was Jamie)
FC is Logan Lerman
VC is Jensen Ackles
Gender: trans!male
Age: 19
Height: 6'1
Jason is the second Robin, killed by Joker when he was 14, and 6 months later resurrected in the Lazarus Pit by Talia Al Ghul. (That much follows Canon except Jay is also ftm, but didn'treally talk to Bruce about it) He spent the next 5 years living with training under Talia in the League of Assassins. He recently returned to Gotham with a deep desire for vengeance, frustrated with Bruce for not avenging him, partially feeling like the reason B didn't was because he didn't think Jay was good enough. The boy has a violent streak, stemming from a rough childhood, being murdered, and lingering effects of the Lazarus Pit. He will be harsh and sarcastic to those he actually cares about, pushing people away as a form of self-preservation, but if pushed too far by himself or others, he'll break down. Once he realizes someone actually cares about him, he will warm up, keeping his sarcasm but being much more friendly, even warm. Also, everyone still thinks he's dead. He doesn't know if he wants to change that, especially since the Lazarus Pit literally transitioned him when it resurrected him. If and when he does reveal himself, it's highly likely no one will recognize him, call him a fake or a liar, or just straight up ignore him. At least, that's what he believs they'd do. List of abilities can be found on the Batman Wiki under Red Hood, I'll eventually leave a link. (Why is this so long??)
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[ yank ] sender yanks receiver closer to them, ending up in semi-suggestive close proximity — Kyle to Tony
Tony had decided tonight was a good night to visit Kyle at work. Which was apparently a bad idea. Because Tony wanted to explore and there were way too many haunted robots.
So he didn't question when Kyle pulled him into the office as he tried to step out, but he didn't think Kyle realized how hard he'd yanked him as the two of them landed on the office floor.
"If you wanted tonight to be fun, all you had to do was ask," he teased, lifting his head to look at his soulmate.
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There were so many wounded here. Too many. Sure, Danny wasn't the only medic on the field, but on the whole, there were only about four of them out here. That was nowhere near enough to help all the men that were injured.
Currently, the medic was dragging someone to a foxhole. He had to get the guy out of the range of fire before he could start trying to stop the bleeding.
— for Dante!
Dante had seen the hell and devastation of war several times now though the years, though he had to admit, as technology advanced, carnage and violence grew to new heights. Made his job that much more painstaking.
Another soul shone bright as the body was being dragged away, and he sighed. His own stolen uniform was ragged and covered in blood. He hated disguising himself like this, but he had to get close enough to the battlefield to usher souls, lest they wanted to linger forever. That simply wouldn't do.
"Hey! Hey wait, grab that one over there, but this one already gone!" He called, shouting over the artillery fire.
The medic needed help, but Dante had a job to do. Glancing back, he sighed. His heart racing. He fucking hated this. Hated war.
"What do you need? I have my orders!" He did....technically. Just not from the same people the doctor did.
"Listen to me, all these men are as good as dead. Your best bet is to get the hell out of here." He could see their death dates. The few left alive had minutes left.
"And I have mine! The dead aren't gonna mind waiting a few minutes for a blessing, sir, but the living deserve a goddamned chance," he called over.
He couldn't fault the chaplain. In truth, his courage was something Danny was starting to admire. But he meant what he said. The dead were dead. They had all the time in the world.
He started counting after the next shell hit, stopping when another landed.
Peeking out, he counted again and looked to the different fox holes.
Another shell, and he started counting again, gaging the distance.
One more, just to be sure, and he hooked his arms under the soldier's, dragging him as quickly as he could and hitting the ground a few seconds before he heard the whoosh of another shell.
Danny couldn't believe his eyes. Metis had told him Hallowed Ground was definitely something special, a place full of magic and the supernatural.
"How the…I thought seeing Steve again was the extent of meeting old friends."
There was something else, a memory trying to force its way to the surface. Something from when he died. But he still wasn't ready to confront those memories yet, so he just took a sip of his drink, pushing it back.
The surprise on Dante's face was genuine as he let his dark gaze trail over Danny.
"Oh..... Oh some deep magic must have gotten to you. It had to be powerful to pluck you from Death's grasp. I'm sure he isn't too happy about that with how long you were gone, but.... I admit, it is very, very good to see you Daniel," he stated, motioning toward the VIP section.
God the present was giving him a hell of a headache.
He gave a nod, suddenly feeling very underdressed as he followed Dante. He was wearing a polo, some slacks, and a bomber jacket, but honestly, his old friend was dressed to the nines. A far cry from the old chaplain's uniform he'd been wearing way back.
"It's good to see you too. Were you…did you get brought back too? Or something like what Cap's got going on?"
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Paultin was grumbling, sitting in the floor in front of his full length mirror in his room. The teen had stolen some make up from one of his sisters, and had already done the best he could with his foundation. He'd never done this before, but he wanted to try....
Right now he was fighting with the eyeliner he so desperately wanted to wear. It had actually been the main thing he'd wanted in the first place. Blinking back tears as his eye watered he gasped as his bedroom door opened. He really thought he'd locked that. His face reddened, anxiety suddenly coursing through him as he looked up at his papa, fully expecting him to get mad.
"I uh.... Sorry I just wanted to.... uh..."
Mare had come in, looking for the Layla's make-up. Honestly, he'd just wanted to ask Paultin if he'd seen it. He hadn't expected to see Paultin on the floor using it.
Honestly, it didn't even cross his mind that Paultin would be concerned about him disapproving. At all.
"Hey, Layla's looking for that…I'm guessing you didn't ask first," he said, stepping in further and looking at the make-up.
"Also…this is not your color palette. You're gonna look like a ghoul, and not the cool kind."
"I just.... Wait.... I'll give them back. I can't figure out how to do this right anyway, but.....you're not mad?" Paultin asked, honestly sounding surprised.
He took out one of the make up wipes he'd taken too, trying to get the foundation off. Though it was a little stubborn.
"I don't really care as much about that.... I really wanted the eyeliner, but I keep hurting myself."
Mare took the wipe from Paultin, trying to help get it off. His mom mode was kicking in. "Why would I be mad?" he asked, trying to be gentle.
"You've seen your Uncle Chase with make-up, you've seen me with my stage make-up. Hell, I'm fairly certain you've seen Dante wearing some. Next time just ask, ok?"
He finished getting the make-up off, gathering up the cosmetics and standing back up. "Get your shoes, we're going shopping. And to find someone that can actually show you and not half-ass it like I do."
Paultin was grumbling, sitting in the floor in front of his full length mirror in his room. The teen had stolen some make up from one of his sisters, and had already done the best he could with his foundation. He'd never done this before, but he wanted to try....
Right now he was fighting with the eyeliner he so desperately wanted to wear. It had actually been the main thing he'd wanted in the first place. Blinking back tears as his eye watered he gasped as his bedroom door opened. He really thought he'd locked that. His face reddened, anxiety suddenly coursing through him as he looked up at his papa, fully expecting him to get mad.
"I uh.... Sorry I just wanted to.... uh..."
Mare had come in, looking for the Layla's make-up. Honestly, he'd just wanted to ask Paultin if he'd seen it. He hadn't expected to see Paultin on the floor using it.
Honestly, it didn't even cross his mind that Paultin would be concerned about him disapproving. At all.
"Hey, Layla's looking for that…I'm guessing you didn't ask first," he said, stepping in further and looking at the make-up.
"Also…this is not your color palette. You're gonna look like a ghoul, and not the cool kind."
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There were so many wounded here. Too many. Sure, Danny wasn't the only medic on the field, but on the whole, there were only about four of them out here. That was nowhere near enough to help all the men that were injured.
Currently, the medic was dragging someone to a foxhole. He had to get the guy out of the range of fire before he could start trying to stop the bleeding.
— for Dante!
Dante had seen the hell and devastation of war several times now though the years, though he had to admit, as technology advanced, carnage and violence grew to new heights. Made his job that much more painstaking.
Another soul shone bright as the body was being dragged away, and he sighed. His own stolen uniform was ragged and covered in blood. He hated disguising himself like this, but he had to get close enough to the battlefield to usher souls, lest they wanted to linger forever. That simply wouldn't do.
"Hey! Hey wait, grab that one over there, but this one already gone!" He called, shouting over the artillery fire.
Danny looked to the voice, then where he was directed, before looking one last time to the limp figure in his hold. He sighed, lowering the man into the dirt gently before making his way to the wounded.
He flinched a little as a shell hit not to far from where he was, but kept moving. He settled next to the fellow, quickly getting to work on his injuries. Dragging him would only increase his chances of dying, so Danny opted to keep his head down and patch him up best he could right here.
This was less than optimal. Quietly though, the warlock moved to the dead soldier's side as if he was reading him his last rites, closing his eyes before he, as discreetly as possible, ushered the soul into a now open portal.
Dark eyes kept glancing in the direction of the other, hoping he would let this be. That he wouldn't notice. Not would any of the others here. Most of them were too busy hiding from the artillery fire.
Danny was too focused on his patient to even look at the chaplain. But he didn't think there was much he could do. He managed to stop the bleeding and give the soldier a shot of morphine, but he needed a real doctor.
"Chaplain!" he called over, ducking down again as a shell landed a few feet from the fox hole. "I need a hand!"
The hunter was sitting at a quiet table in the local diner going over her notes in her journal. She's done some asking around town about the disappearances. Campers, hikers.... It was a little out of their usual region, but this was spot on for a wendigo. Or....maybe more than one. Depending. Where one was, more usually lurked.
She'd tried a few times to get ahold of David, but to no avail. The thought of doing this alone though....it was suicide. She knew that much. Listening to her soulmate's voicemail for the million time, she huffed a sigh.
"You have to be fucking kidding me...." She muttered. It didn't help that she had felt like there were eyes on her since she'd gotten to town. This whole place felt wrong. Made her skin crawl.
Realizing there was a stranger at the next table, she sighed.
"Sorry.....for my language. Just....rough day I guess."
— Metis from Onyx
The Wiccan gave a nod and a friendly smile.
"No need to apologize," he said, glancing at her notes. "You one of those urban myth hunters or someone that's actually interested in legends."
He was here for ingredients. Wendigos, while problematic, certainly had parts that were useful for certain spells.
The hunter quickly flipped her book closed, her brows furrowing.
"I uh....I know plenty of their legends," she muttered, her gaze suddenly cast down. She hadn't thought he'd have been able to see her journal from the next table. "Just interested in them I guess. Been hearing a lot about those animal attacks recently and it got me curious."
It was better to play innocent. Play stupid, than for people to know what she was really up to.
He could feel something about her. Something inhuman. Not natural by any means, but almost something she was meant for.
"If you want my opinion, it's more fun to go out and n see for yourself than just rely on rumors. I'm headed out that way if you wanna join," he offered. It wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on her. And if she was actually a hunter, then she could certainly help.
