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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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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."
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.
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Danny hadn't been back among thd living for very long at this point. Maybe a few days, honestly. But those few days had been…a trip. And not the fun kind.
Everything changed. The world was louder. More crowded. People carried their phones in a pocket, and cars just looked…strange. Maybe that was just him, though.
But in the few days, he'd seen a familiar face in one of the papers (thank god those were still a thing) and had immediately set out for Brooklyn.
— Danny for Steve
In his down time, since he barely slept, Steve often spent his time exercising. This morning was no different. He was up with the sun, deciding to go for a jog in the local park. It was a routine he did almost every morning.
He had barely lost his breath. Never even broke a sweat as he sped around the paved sidewalk that circled the park.
That was, until he saw a familiar face that made him come to a pause. What the....?
He had seen some strange things, but...
"I uh...." He looked like he'd seen a ghost as he came to a stop.
For just a second, Steve was quiet. He'd felt guilt over Danny every day since he woke up in the ice.
"You.. you're okay? How did....? What happened?" He asked, moving closer. Suddenly, without thinking, Steve pulled the other into a hug. Having to be careful not to hug him too tight.
He supposed that was at least one thing off his conscience.
It probably shouldn't have been, but when the first person he saw when he came back was someone with a few screws loose and some kind of save the planet mission going on, he wasn't expecting to be welcomed back so warmly by his former unit leader.
He hesitated before wrapping his own arms around Steve. Honestly, for him it had really only been a few days. There was the space between, but that was mostly a blur of color, emotions, and thoughts.
"You don't wanna know, believe me," he said with a laugh. "I told you I had some crazy family members, that's about all I think I need to say."
They had been back on the base for a few days now. Honestly, Connor was more than happy with Simon's healing progress. The physical at least. He could see that his friend was still struggling, but hopefully today would be a good day.
"I think we can finally take the bandages off," he said, his tone cheerful as he stepped in, although the yellow flicker of his LED implied he was concerned about something. Not the injuries. Just his friend.
Simon tried to move around as best as he could even with the bandages. He hated the idea of being kept down for any length of time and desired to be doing the thing he loved, swimming around. So much had hurt him while in captivity that Simon found it hard to fully rest at times due to the voices getting inside of his head.
He lifted his head at the words and greeted Connor with hope in his voice. "Really? You think I can do that now? What about... swimming? I hate being stuck inside and not in the water. I miss them. If I can't be in the water, am I really me anymore?"
Conno gave a nod, starting to unwrap the gauze gently. "I think," he continued, looking over Simon's legs, the fresh scars, "that as long as you're careful about how often you shift, you should be fine."
He finished unwrapping them, checking them over and applying some ointment to them. "If, however, they do start to bother you at all, let me know right away and I'll be happy to help."
It was good to see Simon with hope in his eyes again. Looking forward to something.
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Danny hadn't been back among thd living for very long at this point. Maybe a few days, honestly. But those few days had been…a trip. And not the fun kind.
Everything changed. The world was louder. More crowded. People carried their phones in a pocket, and cars just looked…strange. Maybe that was just him, though.
But in the few days, he'd seen a familiar face in one of the papers (thank god those were still a thing) and had immediately set out for Brooklyn.
— Danny for Steve
In his down time, since he barely slept, Steve often spent his time exercising. This morning was no different. He was up with the sun, deciding to go for a jog in the local park. It was a routine he did almost every morning.
He had barely lost his breath. Never even broke a sweat as he sped around the paved sidewalk that circled the park.
That was, until he saw a familiar face that made him come to a pause. What the....?
He had seen some strange things, but...
"I uh...." He looked like he'd seen a ghost as he came to a stop.
Danny hadn't been sure how he was going to find Steve, but he'd been asking around. Hearing that old nickname, he stopped and turned. He knew that face immediately.
"Hey Cap…it's been a while."
The last face he remembered seeing. It had been rough, and violent, but hey, nobody else had needed a medic, and they were on their way to some leave time. He still had the scars from that day. But he'd didn't want to think about it. He gave a smile as he swallowed back the memory.
Dean listened to the phone ring as he glanced in the back seat in the rear view mirror. The baby, the one they'd lovingly, as a joke almost began calling Bobby John, was asleep in the back. He'd managed to get out without his grandfather or his brother noticing immediately, but he was sure they'd be on his ass in nothing flat.
"Come on Mare, dammit, pick up...." He muttered as his gaze went back to the road.
Mare answered the phone a few rings in, bouncing Gemma on his hip. "Hey, what's up?"
He was in the kitchen right now, trying to warm up some formula for the baby as she fussed a little. He was just glad it wasn't Phantom who was fronting right now, because he knew sure as hell that the older demon wpuld try screwing around with the hunter.
"Hey, I didn't know who else to call," Dean's voice came over the line as he headed toward the state line. He needed to get to New York.
"I have a little, sleeping problem, in my back seat," he sighed. The hunter sounded exhausted.
"Uh.... I don't know how to fully explain, but I'm in possession of a baby skinwalker. This kid isn't any older than five months. I'm being chased down by my brother, whom is sans soul, and my grandfather that's supposed to be dead, and they wanna use the kid as bait for an alpha of his kind. They already killed his dad. Mom was human and died in childbirth."
Mare stopped, brow furrowed as he listened to his friend. "I knew about Sam, he came by for help with…nevermind. This is a dumbass idea, but the safest place for you to go would be Hallowed Ground. Back door, I'll let Dante know you're coming."
He adjusted his daughter, feeling Nate help push back against Phantom. This was…a lot to take in. And he could guess the unspoken question coming from Dean.
Sugarplum, I've got Dean on the phone, told him to go to the club. He's got a baby skinwalker and Sam and his grandfather are apparently after them. I'll be there as soon as I get Gem fed.
Dean listened to the phone ring as he glanced in the back seat in the rear view mirror. The baby, the one they'd lovingly, as a joke almost began calling Bobby John, was asleep in the back. He'd managed to get out without his grandfather or his brother noticing immediately, but he was sure they'd be on his ass in nothing flat.
"Come on Mare, dammit, pick up...." He muttered as his gaze went back to the road.
Mare answered the phone a few rings in, bouncing Gemma on his hip. "Hey, what's up?"
He was in the kitchen right now, trying to warm up some formula for the baby as she fussed a little. He was just glad it wasn't Phantom who was fronting right now, because he knew sure as hell that the older demon wpuld try screwing around with the hunter.
"You seriously can't stay mad at me forever.... Come on man, yell at me if you want to, but quit giving me the fucking silent treatment." - Demon!Paultin for Jazz
Jasper sat perched on the headboard, shaking his feathers out, then squawking at his brother, perfectly content to exist as an annoyance for a long while.
He wasn't so much mad that Paultin had made the choice. It was more so that Paultin hadn't even warned him before hand, or hell, told him right after through their bond.
Mare, when Chase died, what was it like to feel his grace leave you?
Mare kept working, fingers moving across the frets of his guitar as his other hand strummed softly.
"It…it hurt. Not because of his grace, but it was…it was like losing Dante but worse. He was just…gone. No warning, nothing. I felt hollow, but not…not the same way I did when I lost my soul, when Dante died…this felt like the sun was gone. Not even the light, but the warmth. Gone without a warning."
The music felt like he was trying to capture that emotion in sound.
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"I.... I think a process has started that I can't stop. I can feel it. My soul is dying, just like Pride always said it would," Onyx muttered, dark circles under her eyes. Proof of her sleepless nights spent trying to find a solution.
"I didn't want to tell you. I..... I didn't want you to hate me."
There was a long pause as she looked at her soulmate. "If.... If I change. If my soul truly dies, I want you to take me to Dean Winchester. Okay? He.... He promised me a long time ago that he wouldn't let me live as Pride. I won't ever ask you to kill me, David, but he knows he doesn't have a choice. So you let him handle it. I just..... I don't want to become the thing I hate more than anything."
David swallowed hard, blue eyes flickering to black, his back muscles spasming, trying to move wings that were no longer there.
He could feel it before she'd said it. But it was her fight and he knew she'd explain when she was ready.
Getting up from the edge of the bed, the demon wrapped his arms around her, a firm protective hold. "I won't hate you, Onyx…I couldn't. But, if we can't fix this…then yeah. I promise."
His voice was quiet. He hated agreeing, but she needed this. After everything she'd been through, he would never want anything but to give her what she wanted, even if it broke his own heart.
