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My heart... this actually had me sobbing.

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E V E R Y O N E AROUND ME: GETS H U R T

A SELECTIVE, MULTI-MUSE, MULTI-UNIVERSE INDEPENDENT RP BLOG

>> 50+ Muses in 25+ Fandoms, I guarantee I’ve got someone for you! >> Open to all Indie RP Blogs, but I do ask that you read my rules first >> This blog contains dark, mature and NSFW themes >> Promo Template by poeticfleur.

DISCLAIMER:

>> I own my own business and that takes up a lot of my time. If I’m slow to respond to DMs or asks, it’s not because I’m ignoring you, I just get caught up with real life. I’m old as shit and this is just a hobby for me, so please understand that. >> I’m also slow with replies, but that doesn’t mean they’re not important to me. I prioritize threads in the order that I recieve replies. So if you see me posting a thread that isn’t yours, it’s not because I’m ignoring you, they may have just responded first. >> Having said that, activity/tumblr have been a real jerk of late and sometimes I do miss your replies, so please don’t ever hesitate to poke me in DMs and just be like ‘Hey bitch, did you see this??’. I don’t bite, I promise. Well, I do, but only if you ask me to.

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>> New Muses Added

Because I have no chill, I’ve just added the following Fandom/Muses to my extensive but not exhaustive list of muses. Honestly, idk why I hadn’t added them sooner!

Supernatural

Fergus ‘Crowley’ MacLeod (Mark Sheppard)

Rowena MacLeod (Ruth Connell)

Ya’ll can blame my current re-watch of SPN for the addition of these two! I’ve never appreciated them more (though I’ve always lovedddd them both!) 

Let me know if you want to plot with any of them! I have soo many ideas!

You can find my full list of muses HERE

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my opinion on;

character in general: I love all of your characters. Your characters are just beautiful, I love their development and how vastly different every single one of them are!  how they play them: Your portrayals are wonderful, and writing with you is such a pleasure. I always look forward to seeing your replies! the mun: You, yourself are such a gem. Always so bright and happy and wonderful to chat to! You honestly brighten my day whenever we talk.

do i;

follow them: Yes absolutely! Actually, I think I followed you first, when my blog was just a wee little baby. rp with them: Yes, and happily so! want to rp with them: Always! I have so much muse for our plots, I look forward to the day we can write them all out! ship their character with mine: Literally every single one!

what is my;

overall opinion: I just adore you! Your excitement and dedication to your babies is one of the reasons I live for your replies, and just chatting with you even though my ass is slower than a telegram back in ‘Nam.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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lilahemorgan​:

Start over run into an old friend?

He left; Wesley just left her here in the middle of a fucking sewer to die. Asshole. Of course he did give her some advice, before walking away. The scene from a few moments ago was still playing in her head.

“Now you disappear. You get patched up and leave town. “Turn tail and run?” “That thing won’t quit until everyone at Wolfram & Hart is Dead. Go underground. Change your name. Don’t make Its job easy.”

So ok it seemed like a crazy idea, and yet here she was throwing everything she owned into two suitcases. After Lilah packed everything up she threw it in her trunk. She’d managed to get the wound in her side to stop bleeding, but she wasn’t sure how long it’ll last until it starts bleeding through the fresh bandages. She got in her car and just started driving.

After what seemed like hours Lilah finally made it out of Los Angeles. She had no idea where to go, so just kept driving South. Several days later by some miracle she made it to the small town of Ridgedale Oklahoma. She’d stopped at a hotel a few days back and had through her contacts book checking to see who she had left for contacts. She had crossed off about twenty out of the some odd forty she had listed until she came to His name. She  had just sat there staring at the page, with Lindsey McDonald’s name and last known contact number. Against her better judgment she took out her cellphone and started to dial the number. She waited a few seconds before an automated voice came on the line to say the number had been disconnected. Great, now how was she supposed to find him?  She got up and rummaged through her bag, until she found another small book with contacts in it. Lilah sat back on the bed and flipped through it, until she found what she had written down a few months ago. On the page was the address that she was now parked in the driveway of.  She remembered that this sad excuse for a town was the last place her informant that  she’d had tracking Lindsey had said he’d been. Of course said informant was dead a few days later from a gunshot wound to the head in a robbery.

Lilah took a deep breath as she stared at the little ranch house and miles and miles of empty land on either side save for a barn and stables. “Here goes nothing..” She muttered as she got out of the car and walked up to the house. She knocked loudly on the front door and waited.

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If someone had told Lindsey that he’d wind up living the quintescential life on a farm in the middle of fucking nowhere, he’d probably throw a punch or two. Maybe ten. But two years into it, well... Lindsey wouldn’t admit it out loud but he wasn’t exactly hating it. Aside from the alter ego that was his hand, it was kind of... peaceful. 

He’d settled onto an old ranch in Ridgedale, a town where everybody knows your name- but no one knew him. Small towns generally kept their noses out of the big city drama, which worked to his advantage. The ranch house was run down as hell when he bought it but the place was affordable, with a 360 view of his surrounds and ample work to keep him busy.

And that’s exactly what he was doing- keeing busy- when a blast from the past rocked up his driveway. He’d been out behind the barn, chopping wood for the inhouse fireplace when she rocked up. A surge of panic flared in his chest. He’d spent the last six months doing up the house, and then the barn. Lindsey hated to admit it, but he’d become rather attached to the place... and if Lilah was here, well, that couldn’t be a good thing.

He heard he knock on the door as he stepped up behind her, the axe he’d just been swinging resting casually on his shoulder. “Well well, look what the cat dragged in...” 

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Real men don't drink out of cups this small

Dean Winchester S10E06

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“Blah blah, vampire emergency, blah.” KRISTIN BAUER as PAMELA SWYNFORD DE BEAUFORT
in TRUE BLOOD (2008-2014) created by Allan Ball

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER S6E10: Wrecked

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Dean and his Deities...

Castiel giving up an army to save Dean, Crowley killing a minion because he insulted Dean, Death doing... literally anything for Dean. 

#There are so many but these are my favourites

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Tagged as “Things you should be greatful for”:

Dean and his robe (8.16)

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Just dropping by to say that I’m still around, but work has been kicking my ass the last few days. Will catch up on replies ASAP <3

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Jo ?

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HURT

INFORMATION: Character: Alastor Moody Faceclaim: Joe Manganiello World: Harry Potter Verse: Marauders Era Trigger Warnings: Smut, Death, War Author’s Notes:  A song prompt/oneshot written for an old RP.

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I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting

Flashes of light rushed past Moody’s head as his agile body twisted to deflect the blast. The rush around him, the commotion of others entirely overwhelming. Throwing up defensive spells and flinging out counter curses were second nature to him now, and not just because of his work in the ministry. Ever since he and Albus had started the Order of the Pheonix, the world became a hell of a lot more gruesome.

Working the Order’s missions took him deeper into the rebellion than he’d ever thought he’d go. When the red tape is lifted and all bets were off, you saw the ugly side of evil front and center. Images of pain and turmoil, of injured women and children, of Death Eater’s wretched actions burned into your brain so profoundly and your own actions to protect the muggles and civilians so horrible, there was no way to ever cleanse your soul. No hope for retribution.  

When the firefight was done, the enemy having retreated from a lone Auror who dared face off against them- there was nothing left but the smoke and ashes. The landscape before him utterly barren, except for one shape. Laying haphazard across the ground, casting shadows against the light of the moon. With a rush, Alastor sunk to his knees beside the body, taking a moment to steel himself away before rolling it over….

Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything What have I become, my sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away, in the end

Lifeless eyes met his own, the white haze that arrived only when death had turned a body cold clouded what was once such a brilliant blue. A sob choked out of him, pain filling his chest and blinding him to his surroundings. To anything other than the young man who lay dead beside him. Moody had failed his mission, failed to protect the innocent muggle-born wizard who had been captured.

Blood streaked his pale face, the skin brutalized to a level that made him almost unrecognizable. He’d been tasked to find him, to save him….and instead, he’d failed. The Death Eater’s doing more to his body than what was required of standard Rebellion Questioning. More than spells had been used, his fingernails missing, cuts and bruises distorting his features, ugly words etched into him marring skin…The choking intensified until it became a scream, echoing through the night, deafening to his own ears.

Clinging the boy’s body to himself so tightly, Alastor could no longer feel a thing. So numb to his own pain, he didn’t hear the crack that rang out against the void around him. He didn’t see Kingsley take the boy from his arms and disappear, didn’t feel Minerva’s dainty figure as she wrapped him in a soft embrace. Not until the world shifted in a blur and his eyes opened to his safe house. The one separate from the Order’s Head Quarters, the one few knew about at all…

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt I will let you down, I will make you hurt I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar’s chair

When the fog thick in his mind lifted, and he realized who had brought him home, his heart threatened to break all over again. He couldn’t let her see him like this, he tried to walk away, to run and hide like the coward he had become. A man didn’t break in front of another, especially not in front of her. Pain tore through him, cut deep into his soul as he stumbled backward, only for Minerva to follow him, to hold him in place. Trapping him on the spot, stuck between how he felt and how he should act.

“There are no walls here, Alastor.” Her voice was grave, heavy with the weight of the war, of what they’d seen. Closing his eyes, he tried to will it all away, to change the course of events that brought them to this moment. “How did you find me?” He finally asked. His voice so unlike his own. Ruined, not broken. “I will always find you.” The words a promise, a vow…and he didn’t doubt them, but that scared him even more…

“I can’t do this anymore”

And by this, he meant so much more than the fight against the Dark Lord. He couldn’t do this, with her, he couldn’t love her. He could lose her. The way she looked at him, with warriors eyes along with the gravity of their situation weighing so hard on him, he feared he may fall and never get back up again. “I know” she replied, and the Auror knew that she understood all of it. Understood why he’d never committed himself to her in the way a couple should. Because Minerva felt the same, and that’s why they worked. “I will not love you either, Alastor.” Her reply to his unspoken thoughts solidified their link further…the truth was, they were both lying- it was too late.

Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear You are someone else, I am still right here

Without another word, like she knew what he needed like she always did, her hands tugged his face down to her level. Soft lips pressed against him in a hard surge, as if she was giving him permission to let go, to release the pain and take it out of her willing body. Alastor wasted no time, he clicked his fingers and her robes had vanished, leaving behind the supply body of his greatest love. His own, too… and suddenly, primal need took over. His primary instinct was to bury himself in what she was offering him…and god help him, he would.

When their bodies met once more, it was with intense force. His large hands slid down her sides and locked on her thighs, picking her up and cradling that petite form against his chest. Minerva’s legs wrapped around his torso, heels digging into his lower back as he surged forward, not stopping until her back hit the wall and hard. His cock was already hard, immediately awoken by her courage and it was the work of a moment for him to find home; deep inside her.

Her screams replaced the sound that still rang in his ears, a different kind of white noise as his hips thrust against her own. Fucking her with a kind of raw desire that no woman had ever been able to elicit from him before. Fingers locked tight in his hair as she begged him to move harder, faster, deeper…and he so willingly obliged. Her sex tight around him as he moved.

If I could start again, a million miles away I would keep myself, I would find a way

When they orgasmed, it was together. The kind that rocked the ship, that made them blind to the world afterward. Their skin slick from the exertion, breathing ragged as he gazed at her, still deep inside. The connection was what he needed the most, she was what grounded him to this earth, what kept him alive on the harshest of nights. He needed her in the way fire needed oxygen to stabilize and gain ground.

“Stay…” she whispered, almost pleading as she bit her lower lip. Her hair was a mess, cheeks flushed pink from their efforts and in that moment, he loved her even more. He was still hard inside her and with legs still wrapped around him, Alastor moved from the wall leaving behind a crack on its surface…not stopping until legs hit the bed and he collapsed on top of it, on top of her, before he began to move once more. Hips rocking between her own, taking the wild beauty with long and slow strokes. A deeper desire to pour his h e a r t into her, rather than the pain of his mind.

And as she moaned, the sound breathed life into his chest. Nails raking down his back, leaving deep red marks that bled into his soul. The stain of who they were something he hoped would never be removed. Lips locked onto her own, and his thick arms moved either side of her head, caging her against him, closing her off to the world, to anything other than the way their bodies moved as one…

If only he could say it, just once. If only he could tell her what she meant to him, how she made him feel…if only he could find a way.

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❛ jesus christ, do you always have to insult the ghosts at the place we’re at? ❜

Dean’s faux innocent look was shot towards Ash as a heavy boot kicked the bucket infront of them out of the way. “It’s not my fault they don’t have a sense of humour!” He shot back, stepping infront of Ash with his salt rifle raised to eye level- just in case. They’d been working this case for days now and two failed attempts at burning bodies later, they were still hunting this thing. “Besides, you’d think they’d be used to it by now.” 

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I finally go tthe chance to watch The Old Guard. SO many people were raving about it, but I’m half way through a Supernatual binge and really didn’t want to get off the bandwagon to take the detour. I ended up caving yesterday because we all needed a break from the Season 9 drama that seems to just continue on from the Season 8 drama and ended up watching TOG. I’ve gotta say, I wasn’t overly convinced. This may be an unpopular opinion but like a lot of Netflix Originals lately- the concept was fucking amazing but the execution fell a little flat? It had soooo much potential, I just wish it had been done... I don’t know? Better? Still, I am loving Charlize’s character in this movie and honestly, I can’t tell you why but a little too attracted to Booker. Anyway, as you were...

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