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What your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Jesse
What your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:
What your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: 1979 - Smashing Pumpkins
My muse’s last text to your muse: [TEXT] give me the baby [TEXT] i want the baby
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cell phone headcanons. / @antiturner
What your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Jesse. What your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:
What your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: ACTIVELY looking for ringtone ideas for all of her kids. TBA. My muse’s last text to your muse: [Text: Jesse] So, I have some ideas for your and Lily's 20th wedding anniversary.
"you always have a choice."
sometimes life seems supernatural / @antiturner
"indeed, i do, and right now my choice is asking you to elaborate. maybe provide some more context. because as it stands, right now, this conversation can go anywhere, so i'd like to anchor it before it goes wildly spinning out of control."
"so, choices." life is full of them. like, this morning, she chose to put on a comfy sweater, and she chose to style her hair in the cutest space buns. "before you commence with your talk no jutsu on the topic at hand, i've got a question: are you really gonna sit here and look me in the eyes and tell me what you just did without mentioning at all that said choices can be warped or taken away by certain people or circumstances, too, or...?"
"two wrongs don’t make a right."
sometimes life seems supernatural / @antiturner
"ah, overheard my conversation with sarah, have you?"
that's okay. she'll stand on it. this is a fine hill to be undead on. she's been here for years, after all. two wrongs don't make a right, jesse says, and flori makes a noise at the back of her throat: something that sits in the middle of a scoff and a chuckle. "according to a poem that was published in the london magazine in 1734, two wrongs actually infer one right."
she could argue this point further. she could invoke tu quoque, mutter something about red herrings or ad hominem or whataboutism, but she finds she doesn't really have the energy for it.
"you know, there were only three people who took a beat and understood where i was coming from with all of that: odessa, alice and medina. nobody else did. which is fine, i mean, most people are notorious for not giving a damn if it doesn't affect them or the people they deem important, and i would have let it go if it had just been me that it happened to---" except she probably would not have, flori has a tough time letting go of things, period. "---but it did not and if not for yours truly, at least get your white behind in gear for the people that you truly love, because i'm not making it up - the triad industries threat is very real and it very much still exists and it has ties to multiple other threats out there, many of whom i cannot deal with on my own, so what i need is for you and yours to finally acknowledge my existence for once - because i've long since given up on entertaining the thought of being an actual part of the community you all built up here - and for all the people here to come together as one community, to move, to organize, to do something - anything - and to put their money where their mouths are if they're really about protecting the innocents like they claim. like, seriously, hasn't anyone ever listened to rhythm nation by janet jackson?! we're all part of it!"
ever forgotten a word or a name, and you know it should be on the tip of your tongue, but it isn’t? it’s like that – only with my whole life.
the real world is where the monsters are / @antiturner
"no."
because she can't afford to.
her brain is all she has. that's all she brings to the table. that steel-trap of a mind of hers. her iq. her eq. her eidetic memory. she's a genius. a genius that's always looking to accrue more knowledge, but a genius all the same.
"that would be---i mean, the thought alone is abhorrent." a beat and then: "are you... that is to say, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but are you still struggling with that? because if so, well, you might want to see someone about that, actually."
he doesn't strike her as compelled.
he's a supernatural person, like her. he cannot be compelled.
which can only mean one thing: it's another mystery added to the proverbial stack.
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you’ve been carrying this around for a week?
the real world is where the monsters are / @antiturner
"the revised and updated version of the tibetan book of living and dying by sogyal rinpoche?" flori nods her head. "why yes, yes i have."
"it's a bit of light reading, you know? my fleshy thinker needs to be engaged at all times or it'll riot." that's flori-speak for: i don't want to get bored, i can't. shouldn't. bad things happen when i get bored.
primordial energy wells from within the hand-crafted vessel but so carefully curated to embody him. it’s visage painstakingly carved like marble, but instead carved with his own hands instead of the tools of man. it’s his angelic essence manifested within human perception, and only because his true vessel’s unwillingness to embody him but the other? dear nick…a tragic tale that one. family slaughtered by a senseless killed to only remain a shell walking the god forsaken earth emptied of all happiness and then only in death as promised. eternally placed within heaven with his family. it’s this burning hatred that he breathes in and out, it’s so eerily familiar. he is to be so hated without every having wronged them with bare hands. “ yes…yes my dear boy. that’s what sam winchester said too. ” his breast fills with air and is quickly exhaled his pale features fill with sadness. “ but so do all of dads little toys…so quick to blame..to throw their venomous hatred towards me ”
because true to form as he’s remained since he was last topside he is blantanly ignoring that he is the father of the original sins. the creator of demon kind. “ ruined your life. now that is funny no offense.” a light dry chuckle escapes from lucifer his slender from untightens as arms uncross after previously looking as if he thought that whole exchange up for minuntes. there was more he could tell to the boy, yet the truth was that the host of heaven has been actively seeking him. smite first and ask questions later. “wasn’t it angels who killed..what was his name? james? my brothers and sisters you see? they will never stop until they smite you. they’ve already damned you without probable cause…if you ask me son. what is worse simply being hated for existing? or being hated because the thought of what your existence might mean?" lucifer walks carefully through the room as if anticpating any potential threat towards him. the serpent king is many things a deciever, potential narcicist, god's wisest and most beautiful angel. the dawn bringer, but he was a entity of his word despite his hatred of humanity and demon-kind. there were exceptions in the form of humans. sam winchester and the very boy in front of him now. lucifer once whispered sweet promises of paradise for sam as reward for being his vessel, for aiding in a battle that was time immemorial in the making, and why would he deny the cambion that was linked to his meere prescence upon earth? " i could bring him back you know. "
closed starter for JESSE TURNER from MICHELLE RAMSEY @antiturner
"so does you finally showing up here again — in the middle of the night — mean you actually need my help with something?"
