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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John gripped Ares chin, looking over the acolyte at his feet, blue eyes searching forest green. He'd passed every test the baptist had thrown at him with flying colors. He had barely blinked when his knife bit at his flesh, and he had truthfully kept him on his toes.
"You aren't like the others," he finally breathed, turning his face to examine him, his thumb running over his bottom lip. John had fought many, many temptations, but this one....Ares was one of the more difficult ones. That was certain.
"I want you to shadow me. To learn from me. I want to put you in a position of leadership, and I can't do that until there are some conditions that have been met. So for now, you are under my charge specifically, per Joseph's orders."
— John to Phantom in the Hope County Blues verse. Have fun Phantom.
Green eyes studied the man he knelt before, and while there was no defiance in the demon's gaze, there was a subtle hunger as John touched his lip. He kept the rest of his face submissive though, mostly neutral with the gentleness of a follower.
"I came here to repent. And you've taught me that to say yes is to find salvation," he said, drinking in sight of the twisted man. "I only wish to do as commanded."
John's hand moved from Ares' jaw, only to wrap loosely around his neck, his thumb brushing his adams apple before it danced across his pulse point, resting there a moment. There was something almost erotic about knowing how fragile the human body was. The trust the acolyte was placing in him. Trust John was sure to break, if only to keep shaping Ares into something new. Something twisted and beautiful just as he was.
"Good, and so far you've done well," the baptist breathed, finally letting his hand fall at his side after giving one final, almost gentle squeeze. The last thing he needed was to let himself indulge in the desires that were burrowing their way under his skin. It wasn't about the sin, nor was it about the thought of laying with another man. It was the fear of Joseph opening old wounds that kept John on a leash.
Though he knew if he got half the chance.... What Joseph didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"I know you've been with me at the ranch a few times, but there's somewhere I want to show you. Somewhere I want to know I can trust you won't show anyone else. Only ones allowed there know where it is."
Tony was bored. He needed something. Anything. Besides Kyle. He loved his soulmate, but he need to do something he wasn't hiding from Evan.
So college it was.
University changed with the centuries, but people…people didn't. Not really. Which meant young adults, grouped together with high stress and peer pressure, but old enough to not have parents stepping in when trouble started.
Even an Ivy League school like Harvard.
There was also something…or more accurately someone…on campus with a distinct demonic signature.
So Tony enrolled. It wouldn't kill him. Hopefully. And besides, there was talent here. He could probably arrange a few meets for Evan.
— for Saaaaaaaam (it can go ANYWHERE)
Sam had gotten accepted several months ago and had only gone through one semester so far, and college.....it was tough. Harder than he'd thought it would be. Everything felt like a hoop to jump through. He'd been up a good portion of the evening, studying for his next test when his friend Brady had finally talked him into going out for a couple beers. Something about a party at a friend's place off campus.
Parties weren't really Sam's scene, but Brady was persistent, and well.....even the younger Winchester could admit he needed a break.
Upon arriving, his friend almost instantly got lost in the crowd, looking for some girl from his social sciences class. In turn, leaving Sam to mingle. Not that he really wanted to.
Putting on his best smile, he gently pushed his way through the crowd and waved toward the stranger, getting as close as he could.
"Markus! Hey Mar…oh…you're not Mark. Sorry, man, I thought you were my roommate," he said, followed by an awkward chuckle as he rubbed his nape.
He was curious about this one. There was something old in him, although it seemed dormant. And not old like Kyle's soul. No, this was something else within the man.
'No no it's okay. Not Mark though. Name's Sam. Sam Winchester," he introduced, offering his hand to shake in greeting. For the most part, Sam was pretty laid back. He liked meeting new people. Even if sometimes he had a hard time with it. He'd never been incredibly social. Having to start over a million times in new schools had done a number on him, but he'd sworn college would be different.
"It's good to meet you. Are you looking for him specifically? Or?" He wondered if maybe the guy needed a ride home. He could see if he could borrow Brady's car.
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{You know....I'm really tired of people trying to tell me... oh you'll feel bad you didn't talk to your mom more once she's gone....
No I won't. I did the same with my dad because of his abuse and I don't regret protecting my peace. She let his abuse continue for years. She knew and instead of doing something about it she worked late and stayed away from the house so she didn't have to be around it. So she didn't have to acknowledge it.
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Spicy? We're getting spicy now? I could be down for some spice. ❤️🔥🔥🧨
Simon blushed, then lifted his head just a little to look at Paultin. He moved a little closer and nosed into Paultin's hair before placing a light kiss just below his ear. Then he lingered on the spot with his lips while lightly caressing Paultin's jaw with his fingers.
"Could be fun..." Simon whispered before nuzzling Paultin's hair. "You know you're completely irresistible to me, right?"
Another kiss was lightly placed to Paultin's neck before another followed. Slowly Simon worked his way along Paultin's neck, making sure he lingered with every kiss while his fingers tried to grasp his boyfriend's waist.
The Vistani could have let himself drown in those kisses. Eyes half lidded as a quiet groan escaped his lips at the tender affection. He let Simon initiate. Let him have control to begin with, but as his boyfriend's hands settled on his waist, he pulled him into his lap, allowing him to straddle his hips if he wished.
"Makes two of us then I guess," the bard mused, his lips ghosting over Simon's before he kissed him deeply, hands tugging him to his chest.
The rain outside had all but been forgotten as the moment unfolded.
“Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”
“I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?”
“Let me put it this way, have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates? Morons.”
“Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line!”
“There was a mighty duel.”
“You’ve been mostly dead all day.”
“Hear this now: I will always come for you.”
“I just want you to feel you're doing well. I hate for people to die embarrassed.”
“My way's not very sportsman-like.”
“I have been in the revenge business so long, now that it's over, I don't know what to do with the rest of my life.”
“You mean you'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword, and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?”
“You mock my pain.”
“When I was your age, television was called books.”
“I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog-faced buffoon.”
“You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.”
“Nonsense. You're only saying that because no one ever has.”
“Anybody want a peanut?”
“That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.”
“Since the invention of the kiss there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.”
“You be careful. People in masks cannot be trusted.”
“Inconceivable!”
“Get some rest. If you haven’t got your health, then you haven’t got anything.”
“This is true love. You think this happens every day?”
“[name], tear his arms off.”
“I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.”
“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
“It's not that bad! Well, I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.”
“Why won't my arms move?”
“You're trying to kidnap what I've rightfully stolen.”
“I always think that everything could be a trap, which is why I'm still alive.”
“Rest well and dream of large women.”
“Rodents of Unusual Size? I don't think they exist.”
“I want my father back, you son of a bitch.”
“You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.”
“Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.”
“It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.”
“My name is [name]. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
“You can’t hurt me. [name] and I are joined by the bonds of love. And you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.”
“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in the world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”
“You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.”
“Beat it, or I'll call the Brute Squad.”
“I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.”
“Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.”
“Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.”
“Oh no, it's just that they're terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”
“As you wish.”
“We'll never succeed. We may as well die here.”
“I can’t compete with you physically, and you’re no match for my brains.”
“I've never worked for so little. Except once, and that was a very noble cause.”
“I think you're bluffing.”
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Alexander watched the blonde step into his tour bus. It seemed his human pet was still inside the venue. Fine by the older vampire.
In a flurry of mist and shadow, he appeared behind Escher, green hues studying him as he slipped out of his jacket.
"You know, they all want you. Can't you feel it? You could do so much more than what you have been. You've more or less opened yourself up to the perfect hunting ground," he mused.
— for Escher
Escher turned towards the familiar voice, what little blood was in his system suddenly running cold.
"Why would I want to be more than I am? I'm free. Free to make my own decisions, free to love and be loved," he sighed, red eyes staring at the far older vampire. "I have blood to spare, a willing partner when I need fresh, and a chance to travel. Why waste my energy trying to take from Paultin what he's earned?"
"The Morning Lord? Please. No more than a fairytale," Alexander laughed, malice gracing his words. His intent was more than clear despite his relaxed demeanor as Paultin boarded the bus.
"You know I never...." He started before he looked up, seeing Alexander between himself and Escher. The tension in the air was palpable.
Swallowing thickly, the Bard's magic came to life at his fingertips.
"Do we have a problem here?" He asked, his dark eyes looking past Alexander his boyfriend. Whatever he said, he would take to heart. He trusted him.
Normally, he would hope for Evelyn's help in a fight, but.... In this circumstance, he really, truly, hoped that his pregnant girlfriend, or.....whatever she was to him, stayed inside. Last he'd seen her she was helping to pack up the merch table.
Dante grinned over at Mare, almost giddy as he led him towards the starting line where almost twenty other cars were idling along his own black Lamborghini. It was done up to the teeth. So to speak. A perfect picture of both speed and elegance. A panther in the neon night.
"Do you want to take the wheel for this one? Or do you want shotgun?" He asked, knowing it was the other's first race.
"The rules are simple. There are none. Not in Night City. Place first by any means necessary. Murder is frowned on, but not out of the question, so....keep your wits about you no matter which of us is driving."
"I…" Mare hesitated. Learning that this Dante, the beautiful man he'd fallen in love with, was in fact his Dante, the kid he used to sneak out to see, bring food for, show off his magic to, had given Mare mixed feelings.
Part of him wanted to put the walls back up. The same walls where he put on a brave face didn't share more than he had to. The same walls he'd kept up until he died.
But that wasn't fair to Dante in the now. They may be the same people, but they were different.
"I can't drive," he admitted, looking at the cars, although he kept his arm linked with Dante. "Never really had a reason to."
"First time for everything," Dante mused, motioning him to the driver's seat. There was a wild glint in his eye. Mare wasn't fragile by any means, and while Dante could technically die, if he did, he would simply come back.
"I'm a hell of a teacher, even so, if things go wrong then I can use auto pilot until we can switch," he assured. Ever since realizing the truth about who they were to one another, Dante felt like he couldn't seem to get enough with the other. Time, affection, attention. He craved all of it. He'd tried for centuries to get him back, and now that he had him, be certainly planned to keep him all to himself. Save for Johnny being in his head, apparently.
Don't worry. I can help with this. Hand over partial control. We can co-front, and I can drive, unless you really just wanna let your beau teach you.
