This is an Indie, Semi selective, RP blog for multiple characters and fandoms. I tried separating my blogs and it just never worked, so....here we are. Mun 25+
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Tormented by Jess
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Dark themes will be written.
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Give me time, I work 40+ hours a week
Minors DNI
NO WINCEST
Please have open communication. Your feelings are important but I am not a mind reader. Things are much more smooth if we chat.
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Muse list under the cut.
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Supernatural Muses
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
John Winchester
Castiel
Joanna Harvelle
Crowley
Meg
Gabriel (Exclusive)
Lucifer (Exclusive)
Death (Lord Death)
Onyx Snow (Faith)- SPN based OC Hunter - FC: Ksenia Solo
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people are not supposed to be online all the time, breaks are okay
changing communication does not mean anyone hates you
it's perfectly normal to not have icons or graphics in role play
not everyone has to have a theme
just because someone else writes the character it doesn't mean that you can't
having a google docs, carrd, canva etc. is not the norm
you don't need to use any specific language, write as you want
just because something is popular in a community it doesn't make it canon
you can write a character perfectly fine without about pages
just because someone doesn't like the way you write something they don't hate you
you do not need to consume the newest media to be "on top"
... and that is the tip of the ice berg in regards to role playing. there are a lot of standards/expectations set throughout role play and they come and go as they see fit. in these times, it's important to remind yourself that there are so many things that are in fact normal.
Okay guys, we're gonna have a chat because I can't hold my tongue anymore.
See this guy here?
This is Nathan Sharp, Nathan Smith, Natewantstobattle.... I don't care what you call him. Doesn't matter. What matters is that he's a great person with a good heart, and I'm tired of seeing people try to force him into talking about things he doesn't want to comment on.
He is a musician and content creator(streamer). He tries hard to keep up with chat and acknowledge his audience. As such though, he gets to CHOOSE what he puts out there for the world to see, and as a whole, his choice is to put out things that reach people's souls. He puts out content that shows people they aren't alone in their struggle. Hell, his music gave me the courage to save myself....as I'm sure it did for some of you.
Those of you trying to push him to talk on his stances politically, need to take a damn chill pill. He isn't using his art as a platform as a lot of artists do today, and I think that is something amazing and special. Something that should be praised.
His opinions are his own. They don't have to be put under a microscope. You wouldn't like it if someone tried to force you into some political agenda whether you agreed with it or not.
You would want it to be your choice, what you spoke out on and what you didn't.
Give him the same common courtesy.
I think sometimes we forget that celebrities, no matter how much they try to reach a personal level with their fanbase, are people too. He is human. He doesn't have to fit into your box of what an entertainer should be.
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Another bleep. He was almost out. The Vistani was trembling, trying not to use his oxygen any quicker than necessary, but after that encounter, and using two poweful spells so quickly back to back, he was spent, his lungs aching as he tried to calm his breathing.
"I don't fucking know, Simon. You were headed out there like you had a God damned death wish! We need to get the hell out of here. Now!" He exclaimed, his mind racing as he looked back, keeping an eye on the creature. Whatever the hell that sound was, it was something this thing feared. That meant it was bigger, and badder, and he wanted no part of it.
"Are you okay? You acted like you couldn't even hear me man. What the hell was that? What happened to you?" He'd dealt with charm spells from vampires before, but nothing like that.
"It'll take too long to switch the tanks. We have to go and get you away from here...."
The Vistani followed Simon's instructions, getting in before he finally was able to take a real, deep breath. Realizing Simon had stopped talking, he wondered if the Ghost Leviathan had gotten to him again, but looking up, he rose a brow.
Eggs? Wait....was that what he meant?
"Uhhh...." There was a pause as he seemed to let the idea of that sink in. Could he....? He pushed the thought away. It didn't matter right now.
"Huh, okay, you know what, I've seen stranger things. Just....let's get the hell out of here, and we can talk after, okay? Just know everything is fine. We're both gonna be okay. I promise."
"No don't move. It's too cold outside the covers." @simon-lost-at-sea
Feeling how Simon tugged him closer, Paultin hummed quietly, curling back up with him, his arm holding the other to his chest, fingers dancing gently over his skin.
"Okay....I think maybe I could wait a little longer," he replied sleepily, dark eyes barely open in the fuzzy warmth the morning had to offer, his hair a mess.
"I could get a fire going though, if you let me up....though I guess I can always keep you warm too."
Ever since Paultin came into his life Simon craved closeness. He didn't realize just how much his body ached for touch until he had it. For the longest time Simon didn't think he'd be able to trust other humans, but Paultin showed him that all Simon wanted was someone whom he could actually trust and feel safe with.
Rolling over to face Paultin, Simon gave his lips a soft kiss before tussling his hair. He gently combed his fingers through Paultin's hair and let out a soft, tired sigh.
"I could let you make a fire, but who will keep you warm while you're doing it? If you stay here with me, we can keep each other warm. We can rest for a bit longer? Do we have anywhere to be real soon? Places you were going to show me?"
"No, no it can wait," the bard assured, humming gently at first before he closed his eyes to Simon's touch, beginning to sing quietly to his lover. The song wasn't in English, but rather Vistani. A lullaby he'd learned in his time back in Barovia. He didn't talk much about his time there. Most of it being a horrible experience. Death after death. Learning more about his people though, and finding his blood sister, had been the only real positives.
As he sang, he leaned in, pressing kisses between his words to Simon's neck and jaw. His fingers ghosting over his side.
When he was done with his song, he wrapped him back up in his arms.
"I'll wait as long as you want to. I'm in no rush."
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"Hey I'm.... I'm gonna try something a little stupid, but if it works, then it'll make things easier for us both. Okay? Just know I love you. Please remember that no matter what, alright?
"What? What?"
Panic rose through Simon as he gazed at the other, suddenly worried at what was about to happen.
"What are you going to do? Please at least tell me as much, okay? I love you too... more than life itself. Just, don't risk your life for whatever you think will bring us happiness because you are my happiness."
"You're mine too, but it isn't just about us, Simon. I babe to be able to get back to my son.... I uh...." He reached down, pausing for just a second, looking at their hands before he took Simon's in his. He was still trying hard to get used to being comfortable sharing his thoughts. His mind. His life.....with anyone other than his boy. Ever since his wife was murdered, he'd had a hard time acknowledging his own feelings, much less those of anyone else.
He squeezed Simon's hand before reaching up to toy with his hair. It was a nervous habit. It was getting as long as his Papa's. Maybe it would be time for a cut soon.
Come on Paultin. Focus.
"I have this artifact. It's.....it's made by elves. I got it in a very....very dark, bleak landscape. The place I was born in, acactually. It's called the Ring Winter, and it.... It gives me abilities that are additional to my own. It also makes my own abilities stronger. With it, I should be able to open a portal home....but it doesn't stop there. I don't want to just open a portal. I want to rip that portal into existence. So it stays. Then.... Then you can live both here, and the world I grew up in, and I can do the same. You can learn more about what's out there. What things could be like, but then you won't have to sacrifice what you already have.....and I won't either. We can make it the best if both our worlds, for us both. There are....risks involved though. This artifact is inherently evil, and its sentient. It has a mind of its own."
For just a moment, Ryat stared at Nestor as if he was trying to decide if he even wanted to answer. It wasn't her business why....
Though after a moment, he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. He guessed he needed to be a little upfront if she was willing to let him stay. Willing to let him blend into human life for a bit.
"I didn't know it would be this bad exactly. Dancing a thin line with hunters happens a lot, but... This one is a special case I guess," he muttered, shrugging.
"Listen, let's not make it a bigger deal than it is, pretty girl. Okay? I owed him one, and so I helped the guy out. End of story. The sins just didn't like it."
The moment he answered her she was a little surprised, though she masked it well. His openness either meant he was really in some deep shit or went through some kind of growth to speak about it. Maybe a combination of both?
As they talked, she began to ease up... until he referred to her as 'pretty girl' and then she was tensing all over again. Silently bristling once their conversation veered back into being more personal than business.
"I won't make it a big deal. Maybe a medium size deal?" Nestor considered. Whether it was her playing with him or her being serious, it was difficult to tell.
She pulled out her phone then, shooting a quick shorthand text to her mentor to update him on this new arrangement. "It's rare we get anyone daring enough to start trouble in this city full of agents." She slipped her phone away again. "So stay as long as you want. I'll keep you safe." An imperceptible smile formed, faint as humorous about this whole situation. She absolutely was going to get some teasing in about playing his bodyguard, if only because she was dead serious that she'd keep him safe since he asked for help.
"Oh gimme a fucking break. I'm not asking for a body guard here, Nes. I can take care of myself. The sins don't give a single shit about your agents. All I'm asking for is somewhere to hide. End of sentence. If they come after me, I'll handle it, and I'll lead them away, alright? Until that happens, I'm gonna do my best not to use my power for awhile. They can sense if. Use it to track me," he muttered, though he couldn't bring himself to look at her again as his gaze cast across the room, then down.
He almost..... almost sounded like he cared. There was a hell of a lot that Ryat wasn't telling her. That he couldn't tell her. He'd been through hell, and had his soul forced back down his gullet by a God damned angel. Micah, his new hunter problem, was the only reason he was still on this plane of existence and hadn't been turned to ash by a feather ass.
"All I'm asking is for you to trust me for just a little bit, and for you to keep your nose in your business. Okay?"
Nestor found herself pulled off one case and thrown onto a new and currently in-progress investigation. Time and space anomalies were rare but not unheard of, especially on her train wreck of a world. There wasn't much for her to be briefed on beyond examining the readings and location on her way over.
A city a few states away, in one of the more remote districts due to a lack of funding. Stepping out of the car, she took lead to investigate solo - waving off her squad to secure the perimeter properly now that they were on the scene.
It took a few minutes to locate the precise spot the anomaly occurred. Markings in the gravel indicated someone came through, based on the humanoid footprints. Disoriented, possibly. One individual. She began tracking, her firearm's safety off but the gun resting lowered near her side. The nearby abandoned building she headed towards, her bright eyes glancing at the openings for any sign of movement.
As she arrived at the door, she took cover on one side. "Hello?" She waited a moment. "My name is Nestor. I'm here because there seemed to have been some unusual readings in this area. It's my job to investigate and make sure anyone involved is okay." She called out, choosing then to slowly step into the opening of the doorway. The gun in hand was holstered as she lifted her hands in the universal sign of 'I mean no harm'.
"If you're in here, can you come out and tell me if you're okay?" Nestor waited. Her body language was calm but alert, her voice intentionally soft and polite. She was small, delicate looking and aimed to make herself as disarming and non-threatening as possible.
(Data!)
This had been anything but what Data had planned. He was not only light-years, but many many literal years, from his intended waypoint. What could have possibly happened? They'd tested the transporters only that morning. Nothing seemed amiss.
Once. Twice. Three times, he'd tried his communicator. Nothing. He was cut off from the Enterprise, and Starfleet altogether if he had to guess. This appeared to be Earth, but a very distant, very..... Closed minded, semblance of the past. He was unsure how his appearance would be received, and so he'd hidden as he ran a diagnostic test on his neural network. He seemed fully intact at least. Nothing harmed. Merely.... Incorrectly transported.
Hearing the other's voice, he kept his phaser visible, though his hands mirrored her own, believing it would make her more comfortable as he came into view.
Bright yellow eyes studied her intently.
"I am Lieutenant Commander Data of..." He paused. The Enterprise didn't exist yet. Speaking of it's existence would be a direct breach of the prime directive.
"I am the only one involved in this incident, and all my scanners seem to show that I am functioning properly. I do not seek hostility. You have my word."
He wasn't aware of any organizations in this apparent time period that studied this kind of dimensional anomaly, though he supposed there could have been many things lost to history.
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