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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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If you can't say it with your username attached on a platform where you're already essentially anonymous, you're a cowardly bully, plain and simple.
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John gripped Ares chin, looking over the acolyte at his feet, blue eyes searching forest green. He'd passed every test the baptist had thrown at him with flying colors. He had barely blinked when his knife bit at his flesh, and he had truthfully kept him on his toes.
"You aren't like the others," he finally breathed, turning his face to examine him, his thumb running over his bottom lip. John had fought many, many temptations, but this one....Ares was one of the more difficult ones. That was certain.
"I want you to shadow me. To learn from me. I want to put you in a position of leadership, and I can't do that until there are some conditions that have been met. So for now, you are under my charge specifically, per Joseph's orders."
— John to Phantom in the Hope County Blues verse. Have fun Phantom.
Green eyes studied the man he knelt before, and while there was no defiance in the demon's gaze, there was a subtle hunger as John touched his lip. He kept the rest of his face submissive though, mostly neutral with the gentleness of a follower.
"I came here to repent. And you've taught me that to say yes is to find salvation," he said, drinking in sight of the twisted man. "I only wish to do as commanded."
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Tony was bored. He needed something. Anything. Besides Kyle. He loved his soulmate, but he need to do something he wasn't hiding from Evan.
So college it was.
University changed with the centuries, but people…people didn't. Not really. Which meant young adults, grouped together with high stress and peer pressure, but old enough to not have parents stepping in when trouble started.
Even an Ivy League school like Harvard.
There was also something…or more accurately someone…on campus with a distinct demonic signature.
So Tony enrolled. It wouldn't kill him. Hopefully. And besides, there was talent here. He could probably arrange a few meets for Evan.
— for Saaaaaaaam (it can go ANYWHERE)
Sam had gotten accepted several months ago and had only gone through one semester so far, and college.....it was tough. Harder than he'd thought it would be. Everything felt like a hoop to jump through. He'd been up a good portion of the evening, studying for his next test when his friend Brady had finally talked him into going out for a couple beers. Something about a party at a friend's place off campus.
Parties weren't really Sam's scene, but Brady was persistent, and well.....even the younger Winchester could admit he needed a break.
Upon arriving, his friend almost instantly got lost in the crowd, looking for some girl from his social sciences class. In turn, leaving Sam to mingle. Not that he really wanted to.
Putting on his best smile, he gently pushed his way through the crowd and waved toward the stranger, getting as close as he could.
"Markus! Hey Mar…oh…you're not Mark. Sorry, man, I thought you were my roommate," he said, followed by an awkward chuckle as he rubbed his nape.
He was curious about this one. There was something old in him, although it seemed dormant. And not old like Kyle's soul. No, this was something else within the man.
Alexander watched the blonde step into his tour bus. It seemed his human pet was still inside the venue. Fine by the older vampire.
In a flurry of mist and shadow, he appeared behind Escher, green hues studying him as he slipped out of his jacket.
"You know, they all want you. Can't you feel it? You could do so much more than what you have been. You've more or less opened yourself up to the perfect hunting ground," he mused.
— for Escher
Escher turned towards the familiar voice, what little blood was in his system suddenly running cold.
"Why would I want to be more than I am? I'm free. Free to make my own decisions, free to love and be loved," he sighed, red eyes staring at the far older vampire. "I have blood to spare, a willing partner when I need fresh, and a chance to travel. Why waste my energy trying to take from Paultin what he's earned?"
"Ah, yes," Alexander nodded, rolling his eyes as he set his jacket aside.
"The freedom to love and be loved.... By something so....fragile and insignificant as a human. He will die, you know. Sooner than you think I'm sure," as he smiled almost curtly, his canines elongated. A threat lacing his words.
"I could show you just how fragile he truly is."
As he spoke, he glanced out into the dark past the tinted windows of the bus where Paultin was just stepping out, saying his goodnights to a few members of their crew.
"I can see why you like him. Pretty. Loyal. Like a little purebred."
Escher actually snarled at the last comment, his own fangs showing. "You touch him and you're dead," he threatened.
Escher knew. He knew very well how fragile Paultin was. How easy it would be for him to die, how eventually he would have to unless the Bard found a solution.
But he'd also seen that man risk his own life to save him, free him once from this godforsaken curse. Fought his maker multiple times and, surprisingly, survive most of those encounters with Strahd.
And those memories were a reminder that in truth, Paultin wasn't really Escher's. No, Escher belonged more to Paultin and the bard to him.
And Paultin belonged to Evelyn.
"If he dies, you'll have the Morning Lord to answer to. And that's not a threat, that's a promise."
Dante grinned over at Mare, almost giddy as he led him towards the starting line where almost twenty other cars were idling along his own black Lamborghini. It was done up to the teeth. So to speak. A perfect picture of both speed and elegance. A panther in the neon night.
"Do you want to take the wheel for this one? Or do you want shotgun?" He asked, knowing it was the other's first race.
"The rules are simple. There are none. Not in Night City. Place first by any means necessary. Murder is frowned on, but not out of the question, so....keep your wits about you no matter which of us is driving."
"I…" Mare hesitated. Learning that this Dante, the beautiful man he'd fallen in love with, was in fact his Dante, the kid he used to sneak out to see, bring food for, show off his magic to, had given Mare mixed feelings.
Part of him wanted to put the walls back up. The same walls where he put on a brave face didn't share more than he had to. The same walls he'd kept up until he died.
But that wasn't fair to Dante in the now. They may be the same people, but they were different.
"I can't drive," he admitted, looking at the cars, although he kept his arm linked with Dante. "Never really had a reason to."
Blue eyes watched the demon, sensing something within him was gone. He'd known that Nightmare had a deep connection to his nephew. What he hadn't realized until now was that Chase's grace wasn't merely surrounding the demon protectively as he had thought.
It had been a part of him. Literal grace in the veins of a demon. Who would have thought?
"Your loss is far more profound than I realized," Castiel's rough voice stated, a frown on his features. "For that I am truly sorry."
"He was my brother, did you think I'd just brush it off and go on with my life?" Mare said, his tone flat despite his emotions eating him alive right now. "Thanks for the sympathy, but he's not staying gone."
He clearly didn't understand what Castiel was alluding to. Chase had never been just an half-angel or a means to an end. That was his bestfriend, his first family in a very very long time. His blood brother.
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Paultin watched Miguel as he got ready to go out with Jen from where he sat on his brother's bed. His relationship with the Sharran was a new development, at least.... New to Paultin. After having the displeasure of meeting a Sharran version of Evelyn in Waterdeep after the hags had created other versions of them, he wasn't so sure he understood his brother's draw to the woman, but he wouldn't judge. Hell, he was dating a vampire. He just....wanted to understand.
"Tell me about her..." He hummed, toying with the rings on his fingers.
"I haven't had the chance to meet her yet."
Mig was tying his shoes, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Jen? She's…a lot of things. She's sweet, in her own way. Reminds me a lot of Layla, actually. She's persuasive, too," he added with a chuckle.
He stood up, grabbing his jacket. "We're just going to the park, if you wanna join. I could introduce you two…with a little warning. Dad doesn't like her much, and I don't want her thinking I dragged him along."
Alexander watched the blonde step into his tour bus. It seemed his human pet was still inside the venue. Fine by the older vampire.
In a flurry of mist and shadow, he appeared behind Escher, green hues studying him as he slipped out of his jacket.
"You know, they all want you. Can't you feel it? You could do so much more than what you have been. You've more or less opened yourself up to the perfect hunting ground," he mused.
— for Escher
Escher turned towards the familiar voice, what little blood was in his system suddenly running cold.
"Why would I want to be more than I am? I'm free. Free to make my own decisions, free to love and be loved," he sighed, red eyes staring at the far older vampire. "I have blood to spare, a willing partner when I need fresh, and a chance to travel. Why waste my energy trying to take from Paultin what he's earned?"
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