#pre-established or first meeting

[palespawn]

masquerade threads, perchance

[profoundbondfanfic]

heard from your mother (she don't recognize you)

heard from your mother (she don’t recognize you) by rupertgayes (@rupertgayes) Rating: Mature Word Count: 538k

A man named Cas wakes up in 2003 with no memories, but he's able to piece together a few things: Supernatural creatures exist, and most of them will hurt innocent civilians if he doesn't stop them; he has abilities that no human hunter should have, but he knows enough about human hunters to keep that to himself, and finally; he keeps running into another hunter named Dean Winchester, who must be as lonely as he is if he's willing to put up with those former facts long enough to help Cas unravel the mystery of who (or what) he really is. For his part, Dean's still (not) dealing with Sam's departure to Stanford, and figures distracting himself with a bit of mystery and intrigue is as harmless as it gets, right? Right.

Are you in the mood to experience the whole story developing a bit differently right from the start?

Then here you go!

On one hand there is Dean, still having a hard time handling his brother leaving for college years ago and trying to somehow manage by doing his due diligence as a hunter and following his father’s demands to the letter. Somewhere along the way, however, he starts to constantly cross paths with a man who remembers nothing from his life apart from his name and a strong urge to hunt monsters. At first Dean has no idea what to make of this guy who calls himself Cas, but over time their connection and relationship grows into something very personal as everything around them unravels.

If you ever wanted to know what would happen if you were to throw Cas into pre canon and early season SPN, this series certainly doesn’t hesitate to show you just that! Cas has no clue where he is coming from, who he even is deep down, and yet he gives it his everything to use his abilities to save as many people as possible. 

And Dean, bless him, simply can’t help but be drawn to all of that (because how could he not?), no matter how hard he fights it. Since at the end of the day he is still Dean Winchester who’s simply unable to resist a blue-eyed weirdo of a guy who could very well be an actual honest-to-God angel or whatever (not that something like that exists, right?? RIGHT????) by the way he is acting and showing off his strange powers and all that. Poor Dean is just helpless and it’s the greatest fun to see him sinking deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole!

But it’s also intriguing to watch everything unfold in a slightly different manner, with some crucial details changed, and the mystery of Cas’ past, of his true being, is wonderfully depicted as they gather more and more breadcrumbs over time. I mean, technically we all know the answer to the puzzle that is Cas, contrary to the characters, and yet (or maybe especially because of it) you find yourself ridiculously invested.

And yes, this series is a big boy, I’ll give it that, but I promise you it’s worth it and you will barely feel time flying by as you dive into this alternate and yet so very familiar version of events which are going to leave you on the edge of your seat!

So please, have fun 😁

[unladielike]

...So since reblogging asks hasn't really helped in instigating more interactions on my blog (because I guess people don't really enjoy continuing asks into threads anymore?), I'll be posting a brand new starter call! Anyways, you know the drill. Like this post for a starter and if you're a multimuse, please specify a muse. Oh, and alternatively, if there's a verse you specifically want to request from Vivian, do specify that too; otherwise, I will default to using a more modern, slice of life setting.

[heartstcpper]

open to anyone.

thick smoke passed slade’s lips as he scrolled through the messages on his phone. requests for his sticky homegrown flower were being ignored in favor of an opportunity to just chill and sit back for a spell. the shop where his friend tattooed was the spot to linger today with its black leather couches and flash art pinned along the walls. a thumping rap playlist and the buzz of the needle filled the space, later interjected by the front door bell chime. it warranted a quick greeting from slade’s tattooing friend, and one from him as well to address to shop’s limited seating: “you can sit by me. i don’t bite too much,” slade offered, a lazy half-smile pulling at a corner of his lips. the shop’s guest had quickly caught slade’s attention, just by being attractive enough to make him put his phone down. now he was determined to have that reciprocated.

[xamassed]

⟬ @never-surrender ⟭

There's a buzzing giddiness in her step as she approached the younger woman, blue eyes sparkling to match the pure joy that beamed from one empath to another. "They had a vegan option!"

Her reaction might have been an exaggerated one, but it truly made her happy to know that the two of then could sit for a spot of lunch and not worry about Suk-ja's dietery choices leaving her out.

"It smells good too." She sat across from her companion and slid a small container of street food towards her. "Let me know if it's any good."

[modelcitizentomorrow]

LOCATION: neverland FOR: @faiirytalcs / luis salgado

Making her way towards the bar, Fawn's cheeks would've been flaming if she cared enough to be embarrassed. She wasn't sure what had possessed her to get up in front of everyone and belt her lungs out to a song she barely knew, but hey, at least people had been kind enough to clap. Taking ownership of the closest empty stool, she waved at the bartender before looking at the man she'd seated herself beside of. "If that was as bad as I think it was, blame it on the tequila."

[the-one-who-lambs]

The Risen/Fallen chapter lineup so far...

Inspiration hit me like a fucking truck today, so I might have Chapter 2 up tomorrow or the next day, much more quickly than I anticipated for a brand-new chapter!

Anyway, my plotting document for this series revival is an absolute monster right now. I'll share the current list of chapters I have planned out. New chapters with new content are bolded.

How Narinder Takes His Tea (posted on Tuesday)

Crown

Ray

Not Quite Paradise

Daydreamer

How to Be a God For Dummies

The Apple Murder Case

Satisfying ASMR: Cat Purring to Help You Fall Asleep

A Friend and a Catnap

I'm Jelly Baby

Shine

Ordinary Happiness Is Not Enough

Dice-Roll Observation

Until You Wake Up

With You

To the Endless Blue Sky

Coloring

Break

Scars

Our Love Song

I'm pretty sure I'll keep it to twenty, but with a plethora of details/character interactions/a couple subplots I want to add, we'll see. Once I have a chapter posted, how quickly I post the next chapter will heavily depend on whether or not it's a rewrite of a chapter I wrote for the first publication of this series. Newer chapters will obviously take more time. Though there's much more I want to add to existing chapters, the rewritten ones will probably come out more quickly.

[foxballad]

starter for @casiopiea

Many would think talking to their own house is a strange thing to do ; but Evangeline doesn’t mind. She likes speaking to the Hollow and the entity of the inn house spoke back to her. It is because of it she knows that there is a new customer in the inn for travelers. " Hello and welcome to the Hollow ! What can I do for you ? "

[massacr3d]

@8ullseye; ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] .

the thing about reputations is they tend to stick, as viscous as blood - especially in a place like this, where the fear of god outweighed logic almost every time. so really, what did forest expect? showing up to a local dive bar with the intention of feeling human for like even just an hour. bad fucking idea. only took about twenty minutes to be recognized and beaten half to death in the parking lot by a couple of sure to be methheads. just another friday, right? forest groans against the gravel, unsteady as he pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, the world spinning, no doubt from being kicked in the head so many times. "fuck -" he wheezes with a mouthful of blood, glancing up just in time to see an approaching figure, her familiar red hair haloed beneath the flickering glow of the streetlight. jessie. when the hell had she gotten here? "m'fine." he grumbles dismissively, words tasting like iron and lies.

[theworldinclines]

interrupting the regular patpran comeback schedule to freak out about this.

and filming soon like i already can't take much more and we haven't even really begun😭😭😭

[ensuists]

tiny one-liner call while i'm in-between drafts. specify muse if you wanna or it'll be randomized <3

[ravagercherri]

it wasn't her place to say anything when she looked the way she looked. A makeshift cane that she built from things out of the dumpster is the only thing looking like it's holding her up. But cherri would be cherri and would voice her thoughts no matter what the consequences could be. She stops in front of him , the humming of her medpack is the only thing that kills the awkward silence.

" that uhh , that looks like shit. "

@oceansfirst ( for hawkeye! )

[tvrningout-a]

@endofall liked for something short!

" tell me, what brings you to the dwarven cities? " dark brown eyes study the woman, curious. " business, i would assume -- that is what most people come here for. "

[embodies]

🌸

send 🌸 for a starter from a randomly generated muse!

long after the encore, he awaits. it has become a necessary chapter in his stays at velaris to visit the stage to see the flavour of the evenings, be it dulcet tones or graceful pirouettes. genji knows not the difference between dance styles : it could be the sembla, the ide, or even the tango for all he cared. it is the fluidity of it all that appeals to him, limbs moving lithely as if they were made of water entire. he remembers a time where he could feel each muscle, nerve endings ripe with sensation. he is now more metal than man ( unbenownst to most, clad in armor of the royal guard that sheathes his silver - sworn secret ) but coming at peace with that. still, times like this, he mourns.

his palms clap a slow and metallic clinking bravo of applause, walking with no sense of urgency towards the starlet. she is excellent at her craft, of that there is no doubt, but he knows what it is to get too comfortable in one's prowess. better to be the whetstone to her bladed tongue, to buff the edges and smooth the sharp points.

❛ is there nothing she cannot do ? does the diva's repertoire of talent know no bounds ? ❜ his voice carries mirth rather than malice but a taunt all the same. the whistling winds speak of truths harsh and bitter and he rides alongside them. ❛ that was quite the show. really, you have outdone yourself.❜

♡ @serendpitous : nour.

[ambitionfcrged]

@wolfisheart sent a meme.

🤲🏻 or ‘firm’ // sender grabs receivers chin firmly

Steely dark eyes meet brown without hesitation or fear - curiosity, perhaps, lips curling into a low smirk as he watched the other. "You should know that I've seen men I liked more dismembered for less." It could have been as little as a passing observation or it might be meant as a threat - he made little indication as to which it was. "Is my face so to your liking that you would risk such a fate?"

[dismaltouch]

*  ♡  ↪  𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 @lovedspiral​​​​​

♡  muse : prudence barton.

“why are you looking at me like that?”