The Runaway Angel

The name is Harold. Harold Novak. Got a problem? I don't care. Never have, never will. I got adopted by that uptight angel, Cas, due to the fact that I was the troublemaker in Heaven. They were going to punish me for writing about the Winchesters in Sharpie on some famous book up there. I had to flee. You don't know what they do to naughty angels like me. Vicious, I tell you, vicious. Who was the one that misbehaved, Who kept things light when times were gray? He was the one no one spoke about, That one little angel they could have lived without. He is unique; very strong, very bright. Mostly, they wonder how he can sleep at night. He's an odd little thing with nothing to lose, And soon, someday, he will have to choose. Which side he's on, Though he'd rather choose none. |All the gifs I use are not mine and they belong to their respected owners.| M!A: None but accepting.| Tracking the tag abberantrebel

[personal-blog-of-john-watso-blog]

Your muse walks in on mine laying in bed shirtless and has bruises, open wounds and gashes all over them and hasn't been heard from all day. How does yours react?

[abberantrebel]

'Ello! I'm here. So... Come talk to me.

I promise I don't bite....

Unless you're into that. 

[yourdearestwatson]

please tell me there are still johnlock shippers ;A;

[abberantrebel]

But Johnlock....

[sonata-stigmata]

"Wake up, hun." [I figured it was time we talked.]

Send “Wake up, hun,” and my character will react to waking up, hungover, in a Vegas hotel room with yours, wedding bands around each our fingers.

"…Oh my god…" [Yes, yes it is about time.]

[sonata-stigmata]

Still a bit panicked the girl just shakes her head slightly, sitting on the ground in a pile of bed sheets as she tucks her head into them momentarily before peeking it out again, looking at him with a small frown. “It’s not, but it did make me feel better…”

[abberantrebel]

"Being loud makes one feel better?" Harold couldn’t seem to wrap his head around this. He knew humans did it when they were angry, and Harold thought it was because they needed some way to express the emotion. Yet it’s also used to make humans feel better? Sometimes Harold thinks he doesn’t understand humans at all. “Okay. Now that we feel better, we should try to piece together what exactly happened. Okay?”

[sonata-stigmata]

Nodding softly, Nikki lets out o long sigh, finally beginning to come down from her initial state of anger and panic. It wasn’t that she was always like that, no. It actually took a lot to get to the point that she was having a full on breakdown but this- this was not something she can take lightly. It’s not like anyone could in this situation but honestly, she’s never been that bothered by a lot of things, except for marriage of course… it was a touchy subject with her, dealing with things in her past that she’d prefer stayed in her past… but it still terrified her to the point that she absolutely refused even the idea of getting married at all, now or in the future no matter what… well, until last night anyway, but she wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind. "… How about we start with the last thing we remember before waking up? May be we can get some leads on what happened and start from there?"

[abberantrebel]

"The last thing I remember was…." What was the last thing Harold remembered? "….drinking…a lot. With some guy I don’t know. He kept giving them to me, then I remember a girl…"

Harry stared at the unknown female for a long moment before pointing at her. “You. I bought you a drink. That’s the last thing I remember.”

Harold was never bothered by trivial human things, like getting married. He would have lived to find his mate someday, but for the moment he was content with being a free bird—oops, angel. And now he was married to some woman he didn’t even know and wasn’t even sure he liked at the moment. 

"I’m Harry, by the way."

[sonata-stigmata]

"You bought me a drink?" She sure doesn’t remember that, but even the memories that are starting to come up are all a bit hazy. "Well I have absolutely no recollection of that but I do remember drinking way more than I have in a long time and then… I left with somebody… you and,someone else I think?" 

Her brother is going to kill her, this was only suppose to be a one night stay, not a one night drunk blackout and supposed marriage. Vegas was just suppose to be a pit stop and then they were going to be on the road again, going on their way as per usual. In fact- they were usually always together, but now she remembers that the second they got here all she wanted to do was have fun, and all he wanted to do was sleep. So they split ways- her to a club, and him to hotel with plans of meeting up and leaving later that night and then…. everything after that is just a blur of alcohol, buildings, street names, and-

"The rings!" She’s scrambling to her feet now, being quick about pulling on her clothes as fast as she can find them since they’re scattered all over the place along with a few other things- a half empty bottle of champagne, some kind of empty vodka drinks laying all over the floor, some… glitter? What the fuck? But that isn’t important now as she finally finds her shirt, tugging it on as quickly as possible. "I think I know where we got these rings, and if we find the person that sold them to us, we just might be able to get to find out where this happened-" A flash of the silver band on her finger again. "And get this all sorted out. And I’m Nikki…. I would say it’s nice to meet you but it seems we’ve already somewhat met at some point last night considering the circumstances."

[abberantrebel]

Even with these dire circumstances, Harold chuckled at the female's words. He reluctantly got up from his position on the bed, dropped the sheet that concealed his lower half, then snapped on some clothes. "I'm sorry we had to remember each other in these circumstances."

A warm smile curves Harold's lips as he walked over towards the door. He didn't even know how he got over to the bar. All he remembered before he even got to the bar was the tug of someone that could quite possibly be his charge; someone he had to protect.

The he got sidetracked by the fact that he was in a bar, and since he didn't know who his charge was to be he was going to have a little fun. "Let's get out of here and figure out what the fuck happened last night, yeah?"

[sonata-stigmata]

"Wake up, hun." [I figured it was time we talked.]

Send “Wake up, hun,” and my character will react to waking up, hungover, in a Vegas hotel room with yours, wedding bands around each our fingers.

"…Oh my god…" [Yes, yes it is about time.]

[sonata-stigmata]

Still a bit panicked the girl just shakes her head slightly, sitting on the ground in a pile of bed sheets as she tucks her head into them momentarily before peeking it out again, looking at him with a small frown. “It’s not, but it did make me feel better…”

[abberantrebel]

"Being loud makes one feel better?" Harold couldn’t seem to wrap his head around this. He knew humans did it when they were angry, and Harold thought it was because they needed some way to express the emotion. Yet it’s also used to make humans feel better? Sometimes Harold thinks he doesn’t understand humans at all. “Okay. Now that we feel better, we should try to piece together what exactly happened. Okay?”

[sonata-stigmata]

Nodding softly, Nikki lets out o long sigh, finally beginning to come down from her initial state of anger and panic. It wasn’t that she was always like that, no. It actually took a lot to get to the point that she was having a full on breakdown but this- this was not something she can take lightly. It’s not like anyone could in this situation but honestly, she’s never been that bothered by a lot of things, except for marriage of course… it was a touchy subject with her, dealing with things in her past that she’d prefer stayed in her past… but it still terrified her to the point that she absolutely refused even the idea of getting married at all, now or in the future no matter what… well, until last night anyway, but she wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind. "… How about we start with the last thing we remember before waking up? May be we can get some leads on what happened and start from there?"

[abberantrebel]

"The last thing I remember was...." What was the last thing Harold remembered? "....drinking...a lot. With some guy I don't know. He kept giving them to me, then I remember a girl..."

Harry stared at the unknown female for a long moment before pointing at her. "You. I bought you a drink. That's the last thing I remember."

Harold was never bothered by trivial human things, like getting married. He would have lived to find his mate someday, but for the moment he was content with being a free bird--oops, angel. And now he was married to some woman he didn't even know and wasn't even sure he liked at the moment. 

"I'm Harry, by the way."

[allroundlostcause]

fillmyaskbox:

Send ✉ for an drunk text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[abberantrebel]

I Am Hellbound- Open RP

The song always made Harold want to laugh. Demons by Imagine Dragons. Had the artist even seen a demon, a true demon; the face Harold would see when looking at a demon. Their true face. The face of the damned, the tortured, the screwed.

Maybe the singer was correct. Maybe Harold truly is hellbound. That's why Harold wanted to laugh. He had done so many messed up things in his hundred years... Heaven couldn't possibly want the rotten angel back. So, he was literally fucked. 

The song reminded him of Samuel Winchester Jr, also known as Sam or, to his big brother, Sammy. All the angel's knew he was destined for disaster. But they allowed the Winchesters to make the same mistakes over and over. 

But this wasn't about the Winchesters or Harold being hellbound.... Well, maybe the latter. An angel destined for Hell. 

"Well, shit."

[doubleoh--no-deactivated2013111]

Can you reblog if you don't mind me coming into your ask ic, even if we've got a thread?

[hellboundxwarrior-blog]

Send me anons as my kid.

[wielderofmjollnir-deactivated20]

[spirit-girl-lie-rei-deactivated]

BONUS POINTS IF YOU NAME THE OTHER PARENT.

[halfliight]

I dare you to break my muse.

Nothing is off limits. Give it your best shot, anon or not.

[heyyoitsnialler-blog]

Reblog/like this if I am allowed to respond to your starters and ask memes even though our muses barely talked before.

[sorcererofhavoc]

[dannielricciardo]

[darkpersonas-deactivated2014010]

Reblog if you let other roleplayers take their time

[abberantrebel]

[beneathbranches-deactivated2018]

How do I say “please pay attention to me, I’m lonely and in a shit mood” without sounding whiney?

[crimsonxrage]

Reblog if you're ok with AU's.

[rpaskboxmemes-deactivated202004]

Send me a HELLO and i'll answer...

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

[commanderxcastielx]

(My sleeping habits are so weird.)

[abberantrebel]

[Yours, too?]