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the archetype quiz
Your archetype is the warrior.
tagged by:Â @buggeredson tagging:Â @dxckworth @pianomxn (EITHER, any character), @fishbuttwrites ayyee... anyone who wants to? I donât care.
traits: purposeful, adaptable, loyal, agressive, mindful, decisive, skillful, isolated, destroyer
the warrior is most commonly used to symbolize the victory of a war. raised in the image of their trainer, and at most times, their parental figure, the connection that is fundamental in building relationships is extremely weak. although warriors find it difficult to trust, once they do, it is a bind that lasts until death. while warriors are fiercely loyal, they are extremely wary of strangers. their greatest wish is to be credited in their achievements, and they tend to isolate themselves if they aren't validated, taking things personally. warriors tend to things for the greater good, and destroy to protect.
fictional characters that are warriors: arya stark, indiana jones, lisbeth salander, sirius black
other personality types that go with this: athena, ares, achilles, wampus
Canon/OC ships
STILL APPLIES.
I was tagged by: @buggeredsonâ {pretty please repost, donât reblog!}
1. Your Nickname: Belle,Bells,Harls
2. Your eye colour: Brown
3. Your hair colour: Naturally a darker brown, but I dye it reddish. Seems to work for me.
4. One fact about you: I have this inability to keep my character count low. I have a multimuse with way too many characters plus two others on their own blogs. (Helena being one of them) I have  RP with two and I also intend to make at least two other RPs and Iâve only been back in the RP world for like two months?  Having come back after finishing this iâm going to say I have an problem making choices.Â
5. Favourite colour: Orange!
6. Favourite place:Â Libraries. My own home. Iâm not much of a being-around-people person. I like quiet, I like my friends, and I like to be comfortable. Which is best accomplished by not having to wear shoes.
7. Favourite celebrity: Lol youâre cute that you think I can pick... Alan Cumming is definitely in hte top few, Emmy Rossum, Kirsten Vangsness, Matthew Gray Gubler, David Tennant, sdkfjaslkdfj I donât know. If I had to absolutely pick just once, Iâd probably go with Alan Cumming because Iâve had a big stupid crush on him since I was like 11. Maybe younger. So just for the amount of time heâs been on the list Iâd say he can be counted as #1.
8. Favourite animal: I also have a lot of favorite animals. Cats, Orcas, Foxes and Bats would be the top four in no order.
9. Favourite song: Lol. Lately, Iâd been listening to the Moana sound track... How Far Iâll Go and Youâre Welcome being the top two Iâve listened to. But thatâs just current musical favorites. I donât have one particular favorite.
10. Favourite book: Currently Iâd say The Splintered Series by A.G. Howard but Harry Potter and Mistborn will always be right up there among my favorites.
Tagging: @dxckworth / @pianomxn, @fishbuttwrites annnnd thatâs it. Iâm too lazy to remember urls and I donât have my mutlimuse up and these two are the only ones Iâm comfortable freaking out because they donât know this blog. (Ayyeeee itâs me Harley)

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winewomenwit:
âOh gods, it thinks itâs people. How cute.â
Except that it wasnât, and Dioâs tone illustrated that much. What was it with these little freaks and their bitten-off souls that made them think they could go parading around in other peopleâs territory? Dio liked to think he was a pretty understanding god, butâwell. The mutt meant danger, and that meant he actually had a divine duty to perform. He stepped right into Helenaâs space bubble and leaned into her, speaking in a very low and soothing tone of voiceâbut looking distinctly over her shoulder, into the ether, unconcerned about her response.
âLetâs not go meddling with things that are bigger and more powerful than us, alright? You have a handful of options here, Fido, and they all end with you leaving my turf. You go quietly, I make you go quietly, or I pick you up by your scrawny little neck and toss you ass over tea kettle out those doors. Itâs your call, really, butâtick-tock. Iâm on the clock, cupcake.â He pulled himself upright again and regarded her with ancient eyes, but he didnât step back.
"Iâm adorable, I know. Thanks.â
It was sarcasm, obviously. She wasnât here to play games with this man. God. Boy. Whatever he was. She didnât really care. He was acting like a child who wouldnât let the other kids play in his club house. Itâs mine, youâre not allowed. As he moved closer, she didnât flinch. She didnât do much more than look at him with an expression that her master had worn so often when dealing with certain people. One that read Youâre boring me. She sighed as he started to speak. Time for a time out, you can come out when you want to play with the other kids. For Hellâs sake he really though sheâd care didnât he?
Her own eyes met his briefly before she rolled them in response to his threats. âSweetie, Iâm the guard dog of the king of Hell. I get threatened on a daily basis. You donât scare me. You canât scare me.â Sheâd met Lucifer, a being usually regarded as the ultimate dark power, though she knew that to be foolish. Sheâd met Angels- sheâd bitten a few Angels. Sure this was a different set of rules here but it didnât phase her. She sighed, knowing she needed to be much more professional. She took a breath. âListen, Iâm here on business. I have a message from my Master, Crowley, if I may...?â She rose a brow now, if he told her go, sheâd return home and tell Crowley how much of a dick the god of whatever-it-was happened to be and that next time sheâd rather not play errand girl if anyone else was available. Hopefully, things would go well however.
Touch what is mine and I wonât even try to make your death look like an accident (ââżââż)
buggeredson:
âWe really must work on your table manners, luv,â he replied instead, rolling his shoulders and staring at the corpse. It was a mess, and over much too quickly for his own tastes. Heâd have liked to see it dragged out some, watched the once-hunter squirm a little more for his insolenceâbut. No matter. Whatâs dead is dead, unless itâs a bloody Winchester or their pet pigeon. âTheyâre absolutely deplorable. All youâve done now is messed your sleeve.â
Admonishes aside, it was clean work. A bloody mess of a corpse, ripped jugulars and slashed wrists, beyond all salvaging really, but very neatly done. Quick, efficient. Worthy of praise, which he allowed for with the tilt of his head, the way his eyes moved up to hers, the quirk of his lips into a smirk. There was praise enough in his expression he was sure, before he dropped it with a hum and used his free hand to carelessly gesture to the air around him.
âLetâs get this bloody thing taken care of, mmm? I have bigger fish to fry today, Helenaâcanât spend all day waiting for a proper clean up crew.â Nor should he have to with one of his favorite hounds on handâone of the loyalest pooches heâd had in centuries, really. Not even the slightest bit tempted by either of the red-haired whores whoâd made moves against him. âLetâs pop the lock on Daddyâs cage and get back down to business.â
She could have dragged it out- she could have played with the man... but there was a part of her that just wanted Crowley out of the Devilâs Trap. Even if there was no way between herself and him that heâd stay there she still didnât like it. Suppose it was somewhat like a proper dog not liking people too close to itâs owner. "Taste awful too...â She muttered and looked down at her sleeve with a wrinkled nose at the reminder. Oh well, sheâd just have to change. And wash up a bit.
It made a point, which is what she was trying to do. The way the blood splattered around the body made it clear that it was quick, messy and not done by a blade. That is, if one hadnât already figured that out by the markings left behind by teeth and claws that is. She gave a little grin at in response, not much, and it could be read as just proud of her work. But theyâd been through enough together to know how to read each other. He would know it was her way of saying Thanks, without so many words.
âProper clean up crew?â She rose a brow but she didnât stand around, she shifted back just longer enough to break the seal with her claws. Leaving claw marks in the floor another clear sign to anyone else who might find this and decide this guy had a good idea. Just to prove them wrong. Let them know what would be coming for them. âI prefer my methods.â She spoke after shiftig back to human form and flourished her and through the âopeningâ sheâd made, like ushering him through a door.
@hellsruffesthound needs to not trust me anymore.
âWuf. Down girlâsit. Heel.â
Maybe heâll give the bitch a Scooby Snack. Styx, heâll give her the whole box if itâll help her fuck off faster.
âI donât know what youâre doing pawing around hereâall puns intendedâbut this isnât Judeo-Christo grounds. Tuck tail and head back to your boss before I have to bring out the spray bottle.â
She let him have his fun. They always did think they were so clever when they made jokes like that didnât they? They never were.
"What grounds these are have no bearing on me. I can paw around all I like.â She smirked, unbothered, an unamused at his jokes. Silly little man who wants to seem more than he is. As usual. They really were all the same werenât they? Save for Crowley of course.
"Iâll stay as long as I like, you can bring out the spray bottle, Iâm not a cat. If youâre going to try to be clever... at least get your facts right.â She spoke rather nonchalantly for someone speaking to a god. âGo whine about it to someone who cares.â
@hellsruffesthound is looking for trade â
Stupid, really, to cross the King of Hell. Crowley stood back with his hands in his pockets, chuckling at the Devilâs Trap on the floorâat the novice hunter, the utter incompetent whoâd gotten him into itâbefore looking up and narrowing his eyes a small bit.
âYou havenât really got any clue who youâre dealing with, do you?â
âCrowley,â grunted the hunter, rifling through his duffel bag forâŚâsomething utterly useless at this point. âKing of Hell.â
âOoo, someoneâs done their research.â He looked serene, and that alone should have been enough to tip the hunter off. But the ignorant will be as they like.
âWhatâs got you so smug?â
In reply, Crowley cleared his throat, and with the hunterâs eyes snapped back up on him, he made a show of sucking in a breathâwithdrawing a hand from his pocketâpointing towards the doorâand letting his breath out all at once, head cocked to one side, smile gone. The hunter turned over his shoulder and Crowley spoke.
âHer name is Helena, and her favourite words are sic âim, girl!â It was a shout of command more than anything; Crowley smirked to himself. He did so love to watch the bloodbaths up close.
This man was dumb, dumb as a brick. No, actually a brick might have more brains. Who finds the king of hell and decides hey letâs stick him in a box. Which is essentially what this man had done. Even the president had a bodyguard. What made this man so certain that someone whoâd taken over hell wouldnât be so prepared?
Oh well- it was amusing to watch. She was, of course in her more canine form- the invisibility being a real perk that made it the better choice at the moment. She was sitting, waiting for the moment Crowley called her, or for the man to act beyond shuffling about for useless trinkets.
At least the Winchesters tried.
Whatâs got you so smug? She wanted to remain silent, so she held back the laughter that would have given her away. Of course, it would have sounded rather odd, a mix between a growl and a laugh... which perhaps was eerie but she wanted to wait for the right moment.
She stepped forward, slowly so she could get to the man in one strong leap. A low, guttural growl sounded the alarm first but she was already standing on the man by the time heâd be able to register what happened. His arms pinned to the ground, his bag swatted away like a toy.
It was then, she let a bit of laughter out. The panicked look on the manâs face realizing just how badly heâd screwed up. This is why you donât mess with the king of Hell. Then again, sheâd been around since before he was the king and her loyalty was just as unwavering then. Her skill had improved  but she was always good.
She didnât let him suffer long, especially when he tried to slip a hand out from under the heavy paw that pinned it to the floor. She put more pressure on it and lowed her head so he could feel the breath inches from him before her teeth not-so-carefully removed his jugular from the rest of his body. Her claws shredded whatever part of him they were in contact with but there wasnât much chance of him surviving the damage done by her teeth.
She jumped off him gracefully, which was rather amusing for anyone who could see the large black hound. As her paws touched the ground though, her form shifted to that of a young girl with black hair and red eyes. Turning to look at Crowley. âNeed a hand?â She smiled rather sweetly for someone who still had wet blood on her. Though, at least she wiped it away from her mouth with her sleeve.

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[ trYING TO KEEP MY COOL BUT I JUST FOUND OUT A GOOD FRIEND IS ALSO AN OLD PARTNER AND I KNOW SHE MUSTâVE MENTIONED IT BEFORE BUT MY MEMORY IS SO TERRIBLE ANDâ
GUYS IF I PLAY MY CARDS RIGHT IâMMA HAVE ONE OF CROWLEYâS DOGGOS RPâING WITH ME AGAIN LIKE FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YES! ]
OOC;
So... I think Helenaâs back... if anyone wants to RP with her.
Just kinda felt like it. :)
OOC // aslkdjflksajdf Ahhh This really cheered me up after watching a rather annoying episode of OUAT. So thank you! sdlfkjsadf
Do you trust me? ~C.
Do I trust buggeredson toâŚ
Run errands for me?[x]yes Helena is highly confused by this because she's the errand runner. Not Crowley![]no
Tie my shoe?[x]yes[]no
Be honest about how an outfit looks on me?[x]yes[]no
Help me decorate for a party?[x]yes Because it'd probably be Crowley's party. Helena has no reason to decorate otherwise. XD[]no
Leave spare keys with?[x]yes Yeah, like needs them...[]no
Cover for me at work?[]yes[]no Wut. He is boss.?
Pet-sit for me?[x]yes Helena is the pet though...[]no
Babysit for me?[]yes[x]no Probably the one thing she wouldn't trust Crowley with is because she doesn't want her children around demons.
Cook my dinner?[x]yes[]no
Confide in?[]yes[]no This one would depend on how they interact I believe. Some Crowley's she would, some she wouldn't. I'm going to judge by what we said before that it's a yes but I'm not sure.
Move in with me?[x]yes[]no
Sleep in the same bed with me?[x]yes[]no She doesn't want to admit it but she totally would
Help me conceal a crime?[x]yes[]no
Runaway with?[x]yes I mean technically this has happened already XD[]no
Put my life in your hands?[x]yes[]no
OOC //Â I wasn't sure if I should send because we haven't actually interacted yet... buuut you sent it so I sent it XD
Hey guys~! So I wasn't going to come back here until I caught up but watching it with my sister seems to take 3 years to catch up... -,- Â I got myself a little overwhelmed before hand and will probably drop some of my previous threads. A few I actually plotted out before hand and select ones I have muse for will be kept. And I do apologize for having to do with this, and it's really nothing personal, But the amount of threads that I just don't have muse for... (I'm horrible at greeters and didn't leave much room for plot in a lot of them) if you want to extend a greeter I don't respond to, message me and we can plot something else or make a new one! I'm up for it.

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Send "Do you trust me?" and I will answer
Do I trust you toâŚ
Run errands for me? []yes []no
Tie my shoe? []yes []no
Be honest about how an outfit looks on me? []yes []no
Help me decorate for a party? []yes []no
Leave spare keys with? []yes []no
Cover for me at work? []yes []no
Pet-sit for me? []yes []no
Babysit for me? []yes []no
Cook my dinner? []yes []no
Confide in? []yes []no
Move in with me? []yes []no
Sleep in the same bed with me? []yes []no
Help me conceal a crime? []yes []no
Runaway with? []yes []no
Put my life in your hands? []yes []no
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