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[hellsruffesthound]

[hellsruffesthound]

(っ´▽｀)っ ~ you can do it! An encouraging hug for you! Send this to whoever you think needs a little encouragement today! Let's spread the love!

Aw thank you! I might send this out later if I don’t forget! 

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the archetype quiz

Your archetype is the warrior.

tagged by: @buggeredson tagging: @dxckworth @pianomxn (EITHER, any character), @fishbuttwrites ayyee... anyone who wants to? I don’t 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

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Canon/OC ships

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I was tagged by: @buggeredson​  {pretty please repost, don’t 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 I’ve only been back in the RP world for like two months?  Having come back after finishing this i’m going to say I have an problem making choices. 

5. Favourite colour: Orange!

6. Favourite place: Libraries. My own home. I’m 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 you’re 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 don’t know. If I had to absolutely pick just once, I’d probably go with Alan Cumming because I’ve had a big stupid crush on him since I was like 11. Maybe younger. So just for the amount of time he’s been on the list I’d 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, I’d been listening to the Moana sound track... How Far I’ll Go and You’re Welcome being the top two I’ve listened to. But that’s just current musical favorites. I don’t have one particular favorite.

10. Favourite book: Currently I’d 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 that’s it. I’m too lazy to remember urls and I don’t have my mutlimuse up and these two are the only ones I’m comfortable freaking out because they don’t know this blog. (Ayyeeee it’s me Harley)

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winewomenwit:

“Oh gods, it thinks it’s people. How cute.”

Except that it wasn’t, and Dio’s 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 people’s territory? Dio liked to think he was a pretty understanding god, but–well. The mutt meant danger, and that meant he actually had a divine duty to perform. He stepped right into Helena’s space bubble and leaned into her, speaking in a very low and soothing tone of voice–but looking distinctly over her shoulder, into the ether, unconcerned about her response.

“Let’s 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. It’s your call, really, but–tick-tock. I’m on the clock, cupcake.” He pulled himself upright again and regarded her with ancient eyes, but he didn’t step back.

"I’m adorable, I know. Thanks.”

It was sarcasm, obviously. She wasn’t here to play games with this man. God. Boy. Whatever he was. She didn’t really care. He was acting like a child who wouldn’t let the other kids play in his club house. It’s mine, you’re not allowed. As he moved closer, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t 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 You’re 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 Hell’s sake he really though she’d care didn’t he?

Her own eyes met his briefly before she rolled them in response to his threats. “Sweetie, I’m the guard dog of the king of Hell. I get threatened on a daily basis. You don’t scare me. You can’t scare me.” She’d met Lucifer, a being usually regarded as the ultimate dark power, though she knew that to be foolish. She’d met Angels- she’d bitten a few Angels. Sure this was a different set of rules here but it didn’t phase her. She sighed, knowing she needed to be much more professional. She took a breath. “Listen, I’m here on business. I have a message from my Master, Crowley, if I may...?” She rose a brow now, if he told her go, she’d return home and tell Crowley how much of a dick the god of whatever-it-was happened to be and that next time she’d rather not play errand girl if anyone else was available. Hopefully, things would go well however.

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Touch what is mine and I won’t even try to make your death look like an accident (◕‿◕✿)

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buggeredson:

“We really must work on your table manners, luv,” he replied instead, rolling his shoulders and staring at the corpse. It was a mess, and over much too quickly for his own tastes. He’d have liked to see it dragged out some, watched the once-hunter squirm a little more for his insolence–but. No matter. What’s dead is dead, unless it’s a bloody Winchester or their pet pigeon. “They’re absolutely deplorable. All you’ve done now is messed your sleeve.”

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.

“Let’s get this bloody thing taken care of, mmm? I have bigger fish to fry today, Helena–can’t spend all day waiting for a proper clean up crew.” Nor should he have to with one of his favorite hounds on hand–one of the loyalest pooches he’d had in centuries, really. Not even the slightest bit tempted by either of the red-haired whores who’d made moves against him. “Let’s pop the lock on Daddy’s cage and get back down to business.”

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 Devil’s Trap. Even if there was no way between herself and him that he’d stay there she still didn’t like it. Suppose it was somewhat like a proper dog not liking people too close to it’s owner. "Taste awful too...” She muttered and looked down at her sleeve with a wrinkled nose at the reminder. Oh well, she’d 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 hadn’t 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 they’d 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.

“Proper clean up crew?” She rose a brow but she didn’t 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. “I prefer my methods.” She spoke after shiftig back to human form and flourished her and through the ‘opening’ she’d made, like ushering him through a door.

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She let him have his fun. They always did think they were so clever when they made jokes like that didn’t they? They never were.

"What grounds these are have no bearing on me. I can paw around all I like.” 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 weren’t they? Save for Crowley of course.

"I’ll stay as long as I like, you can bring out the spray bottle, I’m not a cat. If you’re going to try to be clever... at least get your facts right.” She spoke rather nonchalantly for someone speaking to a god. “Go whine about it to someone who cares.”

@hellsruffesthound needs to not trust me anymore.

“Wuf. Down girl–sit. Heel.”

Maybe he’ll give the bitch a Scooby Snack. Styx, he’ll give her the whole box if it’ll help her fuck off faster.

“I don’t know what you’re doing pawing around here–all puns intended–but this isn’t Judeo-Christo grounds. Tuck tail and head back to your boss before I have to bring out the spray bottle.”

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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 let’s 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 who’d taken over hell wouldn’t 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.

What’s 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 he’d 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 man’s face realizing just how badly he’d screwed up. This is why you don’t mess with the king of Hell. Then again, she’d 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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. “Need a hand?” 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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Stupid, really, to cross the King of Hell. Crowley stood back with his hands in his pockets, chuckling at the Devil’s Trap on the floor–at the novice hunter, the utter incompetent who’d gotten him into it–before looking up and narrowing his eyes a small bit.

“You haven’t really got any clue who you’re dealing with, do you?”

“Crowley,” grunted the hunter, rifling through his duffel bag for…–something utterly useless at this point. “King of Hell.”

“Ooo, someone’s done their research.” He looked serene, and that alone should have been enough to tip the hunter off. But the ignorant will be as they like.

“What’s got you so smug?”

In reply, Crowley cleared his throat, and with the hunter’s eyes snapped back up on him, he made a show of sucking in a breath–withdrawing a hand from his pocket–pointing towards the door–and letting his breath out all at once, head cocked to one side, smile gone. The hunter turned over his shoulder and Crowley spoke.

“Her name is Helena, and her favourite words are sic ‘im, girl!” It was a shout of command more than anything; Crowley smirked to himself. He did so love to watch the bloodbaths up close.

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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 MUST’VE MENTIONED IT BEFORE BUT MY MEMORY IS SO TERRIBLE AND–

GUYS IF I PLAY MY CARDS RIGHT I’MMA HAVE ONE OF CROWLEY’S DOGGOS RP’ING WITH ME AGAIN LIKE FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YES! ]

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OOC;

So... I think Helena’s back... if anyone wants to RP with her.

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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

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Do you trust me? ~C.

Do I trust buggeredson to…

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 //��I wasn't sure if I should send because we haven't actually interacted yet... buuut you sent it so I sent it XD

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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... -,-  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 to…

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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