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
All characters are open to AU settings
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Dark themes will be written.
No God modding
Give me time, I work 40+ hours a week
Minors DNI (not in an rp sense you're still welcome to follow if you enjoy my content)
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.
No smut.
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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✭ tracing your features with their fingertip like you're a sculpture in a museum and they were not supposed to touch you, but god, they can’t help it.
(Hunter to Onyx)
Emerald hues peeked open as Onyx felt Hunter's fingers tracing over the curve of her cheek. A quiet, gentle hum leaving her.
It was almost comical, the constant back and forth. The thin tightrope they seemed to walk between love and loathing. Right now, it seemed, they were still in love. Much like the night before. She was sore in all the right ways as she stretched beneath the worn motel sheets.
"Morning," she breathed, sleep still clinging to her words.
"I didn't think they let your kind down here past the clouds, handsome. Certainly got a girl curious on how your wings look." (Roxie to Chase)
Chase glanced over his shoulder, the half angel feeling her presence. He was used to demons. Used to their presence. Used to how they liked to taunt.
"Trust me, I'm not stupid enough to show them off in Hallowed Ground. Much less to something like you. I know good and well how much power are in my feathers," he retorted, glancing around for Dante. He was just here to maybe grab a drink, and share a word with the warlock.
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Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)
(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.
✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.)
✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.)
✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.)
✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.)
✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.)
✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.)
✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.)
✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.)
✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.)
✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.)
✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.)
✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.)
✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.)
✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.)
✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.)
✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.)
✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.)
✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.)
✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.)
✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)
✭ brushing your thumb over their knuckles while you're both not saying a word, just existing quietly in the same space like it's the most sacred thing.
✭ them absentmindedly playing with the hem of your sleeve because they want to touch you but aren’t ready to say it yet.
✭ “can i kiss you?” whispered like they’re afraid the moment might shatter if they speak too loud.
✭ their voice cracking just a little when they say your name for the first time in a long time.
✭ them resting their forehead against yours and just… staying there. No words. No movement. Just breath. Just nearness.
✭ sharing headphones and they keep looking at you during the best part of the song. you don’t even know what the song means to them but suddenly it means everything to you.
✭ "stay the night?" said so soft it might’ve been a wish.
✭ dragging their fingers gently down your back like they’re trying to memorize the map of your spine.
✭ tracing your features with their fingertip like you're a sculpture in a museum and they were not supposed to touch you, but god, they can’t help it.
✭ “don’t leave yet.” not because you’re going somewhere. but because being with you is the safest they’ve felt all day.
✭ their voice in the dark. low. quiet. like the night is just for you two.
✭ "this reminded me of you" and it’s just a stupid rock or a weird leaf but you hold onto it like it's a diamond because it's you to them.
✭ laying in bed, face smushed into the pillow, sleep-drunk and murmuring, “you make me feel like i’m home.”
✭ them looking at you like you're not just a person, but their favorite story. one they’ve been rereading since forever and still keep finding new parts to fall in love with.
"i'm sorry we couldn't finish our game."
"your friend is never coming back."
"please wake up."
"[name?] you okay?"
"i just thought they were stopping, you know?"
"they give me a hard time. i pretend it doesn't crush my soul."
"how does it feel being back?"
"i mean, i know i was happy here."
"i don't remember anything from that age."
"i don't like them. they're icky. you should kill them."
"characters who do bad things aren't all bad."
"maybe you need a break."
"ready or not, here i come."
"why are you using that funny voice?"
"who left you all alone down here?"
"they can be forgetful sometimes."
"do you have a name?"
"you're safe now."
"i'm hungry too."
"i found someone else to play with."
"just saw a strange person staring at my window."
"what are you gonna show me?"
"i wasn't trying to make you feel bad."
"every kid has an imaginary friend."
"what's up, buttercup?"
"you hear that?"
"just listen for their rumble tummy. they're always hungry."
"why would you do that?"
"i wasn't scared!"
"another night without bad dreams?"
"i need something happy."
"it's kinda top secret."
"would you like some tea?"
"i'm so glad you came."
"would you like a scone?"
"there's something here."
"you weren't scared?"
"it's a part of who you are. it's a part of your story."
"i don't want you to ever leave me."
"you almost had me convinced it was real."
"i didn't mean to bring up such a complicated subject."
"i know we were happy once. how could you just change?"
"don't touch my stuff again, ever!"
"nobody will believe me."
"stop! you're hurting me!"
"i know. i don't like them either. maybe you should eat them."
"hands off my stuff."
"be cool. you're just tripping."
"hey! i know that's you!"
"get back to the house, idiot."
"i am really trying to trust you."
"no more guests without my permission, ever."
"i already said i'm sorry. how many more times do you wanna hear me say it?"
"i know you're not really sleeping."
"i know you're angry with me."
"you should never have to say goodbye to the things you love."
"none of this is your fault."
"promise it won't hurt?"
"i'm telling you, it wasn't an accident."
"that really scared me."
"maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore!"
"i'm not supposed to talk to you."
"you're not needed."
"how could you forget all that?"
"it's about how far you're willing to go to prove your devotion."
"i'm so sorry that i let you go in alone."
"stay back. if anything happens, you'll have to get me out."
"why do i always have to fix your mistakes?"
"you're selfish."
"fuck, that was brutal, [name]."
Long lashes fluttered as Onyx tried to keep emerald eyes open. It was almost fitting, that this.....where her entire journey began in this life of hunting, would also be where it ended.
Or at least, ended what she knew her life to be.
"D-David!" She called out, hoping her demon would hear her. That he would at least feel her fear or her pain through their bond. Feel her desperation.
Footsteps crunched against the grimey basement floor, coming to stand over her.
"Even if he comes, there's no saving you beautiful. You may as well already be dead. Your soul is barely there. A faint little flicker.... You can feel it. Can't you? How hard its fighting," The demon above her made her heart, barely beating, race. It was like one of the million nightmares she had with his face showing up every time she closed her fucking eyes.
A shaky breath left her as blood, rather than tears, welled, burning her eyes.
"Ryat please.... I've seen a human side of you! I know who you could so easily be without Envy. I could help you find the freedom you're lacking. Just please don't do this....."
A scoffing laugh left the demon's lips, his eyes black. "You're asking me that like I have a choice. You're dying whether I help you hasten it or not sweetheart."
David heard all right. It didn't take much for him to find Onyx and Ryat, either. He'd been looking for his soulmate anyway, with how their shared scars were pulling.
"Then why not let the little lady go, Ryat? She's not your plaything, and if you push this you'll have something a hell of a lot bigger than you here sooner than necessary," the younger demon pointed out, suddenly in Ryat's personal space.
"And I'll tell you something else. You break her, and I will make sure I find as many different ways I can to kill Jason."
There was a long silence that followed his question as the hunter tried to find her voice. She was still shaking, gasping to breathe properly. She never imagined it would hurt this much.
Slowly though, she nodded, burying her face in the crook of David's neck.
"I'm sorry," she finally managed, clinging to him as though she was afraid he might disappear.
"I fought so hard....I tried. I have tried...." She repeated as though it was a mantra that she couldn't keep from falling from her lips.
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Long lashes fluttered as Onyx tried to keep emerald eyes open. It was almost fitting, that this.....where her entire journey began in this life of hunting, would also be where it ended.
Or at least, ended what she knew her life to be.
"D-David!" She called out, hoping her demon would hear her. That he would at least feel her fear or her pain through their bond. Feel her desperation.
Footsteps crunched against the grimey basement floor, coming to stand over her.
"Even if he comes, there's no saving you beautiful. You may as well already be dead. Your soul is barely there. A faint little flicker.... You can feel it. Can't you? How hard its fighting," The demon above her made her heart, barely beating, race. It was like one of the million nightmares she had with his face showing up every time she closed her fucking eyes.
A shaky breath left her as blood, rather than tears, welled, burning her eyes.
"Ryat please.... I've seen a human side of you! I know who you could so easily be without Envy. I could help you find the freedom you're lacking. Just please don't do this....."
A scoffing laugh left the demon's lips, his eyes black. "You're asking me that like I have a choice. You're dying whether I help you hasten it or not sweetheart."
David heard all right. It didn't take much for him to find Onyx and Ryat, either. He'd been looking for his soulmate anyway, with how their shared scars were pulling.
"Then why not let the little lady go, Ryat? She's not your plaything, and if you push this you'll have something a hell of a lot bigger than you here sooner than necessary," the younger demon pointed out, suddenly in Ryat's personal space.
"And I'll tell you something else. You break her, and I will make sure I find as many different ways I can to kill Jason."
The hunter's fingers wound into his shirt, grounding herself as though he was anchoring her in place. Like he was her very lifeline.
"He was.....he was right." She was dizzy and could barely keep her eyes open. No sooner did David wipe away her tears, then more began to collect at the edges of her mouth. She could feel it.... Everything she fought for. Disappearing in an instant.
"Do you.... He told me something, when he first got here," she gasped, a rattling deep in her chest. She was clinging to him so hard now that her knuckles were white.
"He said if I had just.....just walked away, if I had just let my brother die...." Another raspy breath.
Well shit. The lesson would have to come later. Right now, it was about keeping this guy alive. A quickly uttered spell brought a hut up around them. It was clear, but the air in it was clean. Warm, but not hot.
"Not exactly, but we'll talk about that when you can hear me."
Sitting down next to him in the grass, Paultin scooted him so he wasn't going to hurt himself and let his head rest in his lap. There was nothing now but to wait for him to wake.
The cooling of the air did as much to help revive Basil as did the clean air. It took only a couple of minutes before Basil began to stir. Though his passing out had been brief, Basil had been subjected to another terror and as his eyelids fluttered open, he breathed a sigh of relief to see that he was here.
"Did I pass out?" he mumbled. "...my head hurts... ow... I can handle high heat, most of the time... but smoke and high heat? No... not really."
As much as Basil wanted to sit up he couldn't. The smoke had really gotten to him and made his head feel heavy and his sinuses still burned.
"Who... who are you?" he asked softly. "Thank you for saving me..."
The Vistani watched as the fae started moving, taking in how slow he moved at first.
"Yeah, you passed out, but you're gonna be alright. I promise. Just take it easy. Don't try to get up too fast," he assured, laying back in the cool grass with him.
"Name's Paultin. I'm Simon's boyfriend. He told me what was going on, and I think I can help," he assured, handing him a small vial he pulled from his pocket.
"My friend Strix is pretty good at making potions. So is my uncle Jace. They don't work for everything, but this is a basic healing potion. It should help with some of your symptoms at least."
Long lashes fluttered as Onyx tried to keep emerald eyes open. It was almost fitting, that this.....where her entire journey began in this life of hunting, would also be where it ended.
Or at least, ended what she knew her life to be.
"D-David!" She called out, hoping her demon would hear her. That he would at least feel her fear or her pain through their bond. Feel her desperation.
Footsteps crunched against the grimey basement floor, coming to stand over her.
"Even if he comes, there's no saving you beautiful. You may as well already be dead. Your soul is barely there. A faint little flicker.... You can feel it. Can't you? How hard its fighting," The demon above her made her heart, barely beating, race. It was like one of the million nightmares she had with his face showing up every time she closed her fucking eyes.
A shaky breath left her as blood, rather than tears, welled, burning her eyes.
"Ryat please.... I've seen a human side of you! I know who you could so easily be without Envy. I could help you find the freedom you're lacking. Just please don't do this....."
A scoffing laugh left the demon's lips, his eyes black. "You're asking me that like I have a choice. You're dying whether I help you hasten it or not sweetheart."
David heard all right. It didn't take much for him to find Onyx and Ryat, either. He'd been looking for his soulmate anyway, with how their shared scars were pulling.
"Then why not let the little lady go, Ryat? She's not your plaything, and if you push this you'll have something a hell of a lot bigger than you here sooner than necessary," the younger demon pointed out, suddenly in Ryat's personal space.
"And I'll tell you something else. You break her, and I will make sure I find as many different ways I can to kill Jason."
There was a pause as Ryat's eyes turned black, staring at the other as he turned.
"Touch him and I'll kill you myself," he growled, taking a few measured steps away from Onyx before he was suddenly gone. If she didn't want mercy, fine. She could die slow and painful. Either way, she was as good as ready for Pride. That had been his job. It was done. More or less.
When he disappeared, the hunter let out another cry as pain seemed to wind its way through her limbs, her cheeks stained in blood.
"David?" She reached out to him as she called out, his name making her lips tremble.
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Something about the praise of his name being moaned blissfully into the darkness made a pleasant shudder run down the Vistani's spine, his long lashes fluttering closed as he tried to catch his breath. His mind reeling.
His intent had been to come to bed and rest a few hours before his show tonight, though it was obvious that wasn't happening. That plan had gone out the window the moment his boyfriend had decided to join him.
There was something about his boyfriend that made Simon lose track of his own senses. Maybe he had just never felt as free as he did whenever he was with Paultin and especially in his world. The way that Simon craved Paultin was beyond anything that Simon could come to terms with, but he loved how it made him feel.
He continued to murmur Paultin's name in between kisses and he gently pushed Paultin onto his back. Every little touch of Simon's was filled with desire and longing. Simon pulled back to take off his own shirt before moving back down over Paultin. He ran his fingers beneath Paultin's shirt and lavished his neck with growing desire.
Maybe, at some point, Simon would remember that his boyfriend would be performing at his concert that night...
A low, quiet hum left the Vistani, and his mind was very much at war with his body. He needed just a little rest before they left, but his arousal was more than just a bit evident, pressing into Simon's thigh.
"I uh.... Oh...." He gasped, his tattooed hands moving to find Simon's, lacing their fingers.
"Can we maybe put a pin in this til we get home tonight? After the show? I want to babe, believe me, but I need just a little sleep first or I'm worried I won't do my best. I just didn't sleep well last night, and the last thing I want is for people to pay for tickets and me not deliver," he muttered.
